9th of June

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I am me.

I wonder why the world is so wrong.

I hear the tightening of a noose.

I see the blood filled bath.

I want freedom.

I am just me.

I pretend to be courageous.

I feel lost.

I touch my scars.

I worry about the future.

I cry about the present.

I am only me.

I understand we can fix the world.

I say that we are equal.

I dream for a nirvana.

I try to make it right.

I hope we will all be okay.

I am scared.

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