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I am a brainwashed, pompous, white girl. I am a blonde haired zombie. I am an unspecified music genre. I am an incoherent thought in the brain of a broken society. I am the result of a hard-ass Catholic and half-ass Baptist. I am the consequence of a hard mother and an absent father I am a product of a corrupted America. I am a privileged white statistic. I constantly play the victim. I constantly hold myself responsible. I constantly lie, cheat, and steal I constantly prove I am a hypocrite. I am simple, indecisive, and manipulative. I am myself and then contradict myself by being someone else. I am human, but unadorned. I am a blank canvas which manifests contradictions and inabilities. I am a snowflake made of stone. I am an uninterested, direct line of truth spurts I am plain. As you see from my complexion, I am pale. As you hear from my words, I am a refutation of minority. I am not unique, I am not creative. I am not what you think I am. I am not who you think I am. But if you knew who I was: Would you leave?
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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I am a brainwashed, pompous, white girl. I am a blonde haired zombie. I am an unspecified music genre. I am an incoherent thought in the brain of a broken society. I am the result of a hard-ass Catholic and half-ass Baptist. I am the consequence of a hard mother and an absent father I am a product of a corrupted America. I am a privileged white statistic. I constantly play the victim. I constantly hold myself responsible. I constantly lie, cheat, and steal I constantly prove I am a hypocrite. I am simple, indecisive, and manipulative. I am myself and then contradict myself by being someone else. I am human, but unadorned. I am a blank canvas which manifests contradictions and inabilities. I am a snowflake made of stone. I am an uninterested, direct line of truth spurts I am plain. As you see from my complexion, I am pale. As you hear from my words, I am a refutation of minority. I am not unique, I am not creative. I am not what you think I am. I am not who you think I am. But if you knew who I was: Would you leave?
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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