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There is this fear I inherit. This fear isn’t anything rare. No, no, no, this fear isn’t special. No, this fear is living. I look outside and I see black and white and I refuse to think out of the box, at least that’s what society does. I have a fear of trusting people, I have lived a lie over and over only to be found at the ground once more. My fear, is to not be normal, not be myself, cause it seems nobody sticks around.

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