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Acceptance


Out of the many things I can’t live without

Acceptance would be my route.

To be accepted by society

Would be my dream

But one that seems to be too far to reach.

Sometimes the room fills up with bleach

Once my soul cannot breathe,

I need relief from the world beneath.

But the world cannot accept someone like me.

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