I AM SOMEBODY.
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MatureOngoing9m
Last published Mon, Jan 25, 2016
You can not take my name from me by calling something else simple because of where I came from or what I wear. You can not judge me by what school I come from or the color of my skin. I have a name and I will not allow you to take it from me just because you deemed me unfit for your society. How dare you actually have the audacity to even think that you can place yourself higher than me. You don't know the things I have been through, so let me inform you. I TAKE THIS OATH TO SHOW YOU THAT I AM SOMEBODY.
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