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That's you
Striking me That's you Beating me That's you Can't you see? That's you Killing me Why must you Look down on me? Why can't you See we are equaly The same Let me be free Faceless You are Creating all My Scars Asking you Why me? Am I targeted That easily? I'm scarred For life You can't See my sight I'm going to Fight back I want my Life back Rejected Again Lack their Of my friends Where are my friends? I'm Beaten down Where are my friends? My face is down I know I can not hide I wonder What it's like to die I fear You will try That's me Sitting in the corner That's me Not able to be any lonier That's me Not going any longer
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