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AD Snail Sep 2016
The tears keep on dripping down,
As the words keep on repeating inside my mind,
And I am lost and ashamed.

My heart is heavy once again;
As I am reminding that I shall never be excepted for who I am.

I hear the words that people have said,
They haunt me every where I go;
While they tell me that what I am is not real.

So here I go again questioning everything,
While I hold my head down in despair.

Here I am staying silent and not speaking anymore about who I am,
Because I will never truly be excepted.

— The End —