It’s a new day and yet it feels the same. It’s a game without a name, blame the rules written by the powerful. They keep what they’ve always had and leave us out whenever they can.

I’m not what you’re looking for when I don’t fit in your version of reality.

I’m not changing for anyone. You think we’re not good enough. You hate us because you fear anyone not like you. You say you know the truth when you’ve built an imaginary life.

Stop your oppression, not everyone has to be like you.

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