Rejected

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Listen to the beat of my heart.

The pounding of my tormented soul.

This is the sound of a dying child,

She can't be fixed.

I'm broken,

They broke me,

Shattered my innocence,

Mocked my purity,

And burned my happiness.

Listen to the beat of my heart.

I am human, so I believe.

Why do they treat me so different?

Dispute the color of my skin,

my clothing,

my accent,

I am no different from you.

Listen to the fading beat of my heart.

They've pulled my body from the ocean.

I'm dead.

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