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Injustice


This injustice, it isn't right. We are all human, but they all wanna fight. Aren't we all the same? Isn't the same color blood running through our veins. So tell me, why is it so hard to change? It might be the politics or it might be the fame. But when you only hate a man for the color of his skin, your only hating yourself, and that's where the real discrimination begins. Hate sounds more strange, than a man who won't decide to change and is better off to be left deranged, rejecting his people and doing the blame...
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