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I strive to not be conformed. I've got scars I've hidden,  and faced the scorn of all my lies,  but never cried.  Know Why? Cause I was born for this.    They yell in my face, 
    Sometimes it HurtsTo Live in a Bright LightVirtue and KindnessAre Lost to the Pain     Look for an AshlightAnd find a Middle-GroundBecause You can't always be RightAnd You can't always be Wrong
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