Its the biggots who will never accept me
Its the mainstreem kids who will laugh at anyone abnormal
Its the hair dye stained heads in the hallways of the schools
Its the dealers
Its the addicts
Its the failing coffe shops by the auto parts store
Its the old train station filled with graffiti
Its miserably beautiful
Its painfully aesthetic

I hate it. I love it. It kills me.

But
Its home.

O.N.
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