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Aug 2015
People don't understand me, they treat me like i'm a disease, man they run away from me like I'm ***. They can't understand this mind, they are a waste of time, Imma be whoever I want to be, haters gonna hate and I haven't the time to listen to any of it. I am native, not ashamed for being who God created me to look or be, you are not my problem or my enemy. There are darker powers lurking in the night,  they try to create fright in me but I won't have any of it. Come at me, I don't really care, and I'm not scared, I fought my entire life, so what's one more battle supposed to do. I don't care if I die, and life is so sickening, I just want all this to be over, so I can be relaxing in eternity. Breathing in the poison, but it doesn't faze me, smelling the rot that was brought to this society to it's knees, putting us in cages as if it were a zoo. Animals we've become, monsters with cruel hearts, but there will be hope for those that truly believe.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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