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To those who handed me the paintbrush  to craft a mind of my own In a world that's rich in color, To those who spoke up in the quietest room, To those who heard me suffer in silence,
The bell rings in my ear As the light peeks through the curtains Another day has started Dragging me body in fear Of what the day may bring is not certain But my goal is darted
I am not my failures. I am not my last name. I am not my past. I am not my grade. I am not my nightmares.
One, two, three,  Four, five, six. Look in the mirror, Lick your lips. Pluck and pull, Scrub and conceal. Watch what you eat, Don't eat that meal. Why do we play
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