Miserably I am sitting in my room,
No gleam, no nothing, I feel like I'm doomed,
Raised without examples I lived on to strive,
For being acknowledged,
For being alive.
Trust is what I seek,
In the faces of whom I meet,
For beauty lies within the soul,
Not the brute, disgusting body of flesh and white bones,
No gleam, no nothing, I feel like I'm doomed,
Raised without examples I lived on to strive,
For being acknowledged,
For being alive.
Trust is what I seek,
In the faces of whom I meet,
For beauty lies within the soul,
Not the brute, disgusting body of flesh and white bones,
Drenched with prejudice and resentful beliefs.
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