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why did you let them call you names that are not yours? did you see them pour the essence of its etymology into a beaker? they add the titrant of syllables and their mispronunciation in volumes of concentration. yet at this neutralisation, you become envious of the beaker. it falls and breaks. why did it you let them give you beliefs that are not yours? did you see them refuse to ignite the effervescent hope of flickering like a Bunsen burner? the flames distil, and the steam rises up. each spark a prayer that you want to utter out. it lights and shines bright. if you be true, hold my belief and through faith make my understanding dance in reality.
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