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Every day is worse than the other.

Broken feelings more painful than the last.

Black and red just like another.

Being an outcast just like in the past.

The pain that I feel inside.

Not other people can compare to this.

Black,White, Asian,or Cuban.

There is no race within the shell of a human.

No matter how much I hide.

They still find and tease me.

Self harm is my Breakfast,lunch,and dinner.

Crying and crying until I fall asleep.

Waiting for an opening.

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