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I was stuck by the glares of fearing eyes I handED my life to an illusion that white supremacy is right, being a white female with blonde hair was BEAUTY, I allowed the cold judgement to affect my view of the color of my skin, completely undress my worth, I was oppressed, living in the valley of darkness, this WORLD and its injustice is not my choosing but it is to live as a victim. Let freedom ring, let freedom ring.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Free at last(?)
I was stuck by the glares of fearing eyes I handED my life to an illusion that white supremacy is right, being a white female with blonde hair was BEAUTY, I allowed the cold judgement to affect my view of the color of my skin, completely undress my worth, I was oppressed, living in the valley of darkness, this WORLD and its injustice is not my choosing but it is to live as a victim. Let freedom ring, let freedom ring.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
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