Sad Labels:
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You're wrong. I am different
It's you who is flawed if you can't see.
The threads over the holes in my socks.
Can't hear the hiccup of running feet.
Maybe you're deaf. Maybe you're blind.
It doesn't matter.
I know. You'll never hear. Never see.
Don't want to.
It's not our hunger that's to blame as we starve. but we still hate it.