The Twisted I
I am arising from torture and oblivion
I wonder how things will be now
I hear so many bad things about my lifestyle
I see life so different and peaceful
I want to be in that society
I am arising from torture and oblivion
I pretend not to hear or see nasty comments about me
I feel a sensation I never felt with anyone else
I worry about how I will affect the people
I cry over the fear of the murky shadows to come again
I am arising from torture and oblivion
I understand people are against me, and others are with me
I say be truly who you are
I dream of a change, to where everyone is equal
I try to do what I can with the situation
I hope to accomplish what I try
I am arising from torture and oblivion
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