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why is it that whenever i try to fly try to become my own person i am shunned and thought a nuisance to a not so perfect society why do people care about the brand of jeans i wear or the kind of perfume i like when all that they should care about is if i treat them right and if i am kind and i stand up for them when during there time of need i can be a savior, companion or i could hurt you make you cry make you bleed you decide i could help you or kill you

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