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Dec 2013
A place you pretend to be happy.
A place you smile but you want to cry.
The place everyone puts you down for being different
Different is what I am
Different is all I know.
Why is it so hard to fit in?
Why does everybody hate me?
Why can't I be like everybody else and fit in?
I just don't understand.
Why we're punished.
Why we have to be fake to get through a day.
A  Day Of Hell.
Dusti Baker
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Dusti Baker  Washington
(Washington)   
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