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Unfriendly hands thrusting...pushing me out the door of "a perfect world". Rejected. "You should be with your own kind". "You have no place here". "WE DO NOT WANT CRIPPLES". Cripple. A label given by people living in a sterile world. They cannot let us mar their snow white creation. So conveniently they forget- (shut away, we cannot bother them). My soul cries to be released but I am silent. For I know it would do no good.

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