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Drowning.

Racial Slurs thrown above my head.
I sit there alone
Craving to lie alone in bed.
I turn to run along home.
Only to find nobody waiting for me.
Tears threaten my eyes
I know there is nothing too pleasing.
A part of me inside dies.
The depression begins to set in
Corners of my lips start to drop
though a part of me still wants to grin.
Eyes glare in the dark shape of a hawk.
I just need to know when I'm allowed to fall.
Just tell me when I'm allowed to drop my all.





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