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The Lowest
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Namir Swiftpaw PM
It hurts so much when you just want to be with the people you care about, but everyone else has something to say against it.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 114 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 2 - Published: 12-29-02 - id: 1150790
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we are just friends.
we are just friends...
why is this forbidden?
am i too different from the rest?
too lowly to hang out with the best?
i didn't know this was so wrong.
i didn't know this wasn't right.
forgive me, father, for i have sinned,
your hierarchy has been undone,
the mixture has begun.
not between blacks and whites,
jews and catholics,
but between ordinary children
ones who learn and laugh and play
ones who are the same anyway
but in the callused, hardened eyes
the angry disgust of society's ways
separated they shall become
just because no one understands
and no one cares about the lowest man.
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