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Aug 2021
We hear it spoken.
It's a part of the acting within us.
I don't see the color of a person's skin.

But you do.
The moment another race or heritage brings harm to you.
Then out comes the truth.

We, don't need friends and kind to expose you.
You took care of that yourself.
The moment you in rage spoke on that matter.

And like many of any race wants to apologize after.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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