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They chase me ,
running over meanings of me,
I get lost in their violence , and ,,
they are vary capable of doing me harm,

They , society at large ,
has judge me , a homeless thing ,
something to chase out and mock,
to them I am not a person
just a thing ,,,,,,

Though , the encounter is all passive ,
the voice spoken is vary clear,,
"We don't like your kind,"

in my head the yelling of who I am ,,
is at odds , with all truthfulness ,
yes,,I made the choices of a Dolt .

the complication of you , society
is a un-easy one and over all,
you'll have to follow through
until then I live ,
undaunted ..