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Where is Home?


I should have known the minute they started treating me different Well, now I'm all grown and I'm getting thrown out of my ass Forced to be all on my own, stuck with nowhere to call home I go into the living room and all I see are pictures of everyone in the family except for me So then I tried to include myself by putting a picture right there on the top shelf Blood is NOT thicker than water How could you throw out your own granddaughter? You tell me that it's for my own good, but you would have done this years ago if you knew that you could That picture of me that I had put up? Well they took it down Why is because my skin is white and not brown? Yeah I said it, don't act like it's not true I wish you knew all the hurt that you're putting me through This is no longer my home, is just four walls and a roof I would cry but this mascara isn't waterproof Well, I gotta go. I got a pack Don't worry, when I leave I won't come back.
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