NoFilerSlam
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Everyday i wake up walking down long hallways
its a place in my head i fly to escape
maybe I'm an activist but i cant add this
list of reasons why i cant breathe
my future haunt me
my past torture me
When we're pushed down,
it is by one who has the same Bruises on their knees.
When we're being made a fool,
