She, her.
Living in confusion?
I know who I like.
She, her. She, her.
Keeping to myself.
I am judged by the judged,
I am strangled by religion.
Beat me up and break me down.
I am still alive.
I bleed, I breath.
I will love who I love.
she, her, She, her.
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