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I am separated from the rest based on my uniqueness it is said, an illusion that even I can reach success   My beginnings trace back to a trap I could not be freed from,  my home, Inject me with combustible fluids to start once again my soul, please I beg, My neurons need to fire and fire time and time again No, it's a Mirage here I am once again Enslaved and chained to what "they" accuse me of,  I can't be transplanted from where I am therefore this is my sentence; If so put me out my misery for I have already withered away, Be the best you can it is said, but How can it be explained if even education was a privilege I couldn't get,  as you see my uniqueness washed away by a stray bullet in my brain
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Sunset in the ghetto
I am separated from the rest based on my uniqueness it is said, an illusion that even I can reach success   My beginnings trace back to a trap I could not be freed from,  my home, Inject me with combustible fluids to start once again my soul, please I beg, My neurons need to fire and fire time and time again No, it's a Mirage here I am once again Enslaved and chained to what "they" accuse me of,  I can't be transplanted from where I am therefore this is my sentence; If so put me out my misery for I have already withered away, Be the best you can it is said, but How can it be explained if even education was a privilege I couldn't get,  as you see my uniqueness washed away by a stray bullet in my brain
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
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