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I'm a girl with nothing but a pen,
and eyes searching for the skies.

A prosaic poet drunk on ordinary and bland water.

I'm a boy captured within a bubble,
and composed by feeble bones.

A man cursed with an insipid and powerless voice.

In a world founded on judgement and standards.
We are just products of failed experimentation.

In our reality constricted by walls and scarce air.
We are left in the outskirts to perish and succumb.

In a home of masked strangers and suppressed emotions.
We are children deprived of guidance and acceptance.

We are all the same.

Though we are dressed in different colors,

voiced with unique languages,

born in strange lands.

We are all the same.

And no one is above the other.

We 
All 
Matter.

Don't ever think otherwise. 

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