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The swallows are singing,
But mother is screaming,
Because I am not the same.
The tree branches are swinging,
My ears are ringing,
“I’m sorry that I’m AroAce”
The sun is shining,
But I can’t help my crying,
When she told me to go away.
The flowers are blooming,
My mother is fuming,
I stand with my vulnerability on display.
Unacceptance is looming,
My psyche consumes me,
What a beautiful day.