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the shadows making faces all around
will criticize and call until you choose
to separate yourself from the crowd
so ignorant of how much you're soon to lose...

am i to dread their mocking faces?
is every word i say to be buried
by the closed oppressive ways they hold to scared
ere i plague their sick society?

unable to relate their shadowed faces
i cower in the corner of my beliefs
so foreign to the life i once held sacred
and to think, this is only the beginning...

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