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I went to Zimbabwe. I know how white people feel in America now relaxed! Cause when I heard the police car I knew they weren’t coming after me!
I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.
I think about dying. I’ve come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.
I just don’t want to die alone, that’s all. That’s not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.