They use my origin, follow the one whom him and I are the same, and even live in the motherland, yet they have the audacity to pray for us to die off.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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They use my origin, follow the one whom him and I are the same, and even live in the motherland, yet they have the audacity to pray for us to die off.
