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| No Title by � thethunderwoman Sometimes it is like being two people I am white to some of the world And I am lost Sometimes it is like being gone I am Indian to those who see And I am lost Sometimes it is like being torn in half I am both, yet neither And I am lost Sometimes it is like being not here I am accepted and not And I am lost Sometime, Someday I will be found And I too will know. |
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