Right under their nose
I am dying in my own home. They think what I am is a Predator. They say That people like me. Are. SICK. ... Am I sick mama? Do you think I want to spread a disease Do you think I. Chose. To be this way No. I was born with it, it was forced upon me by my own mind. I was scorned from the moment I first wailed my way into this word.
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