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Just A Girl In Gothic Clothing
Upon the staff I carry
Is prejudice of religion
Upon the hilt I bare
And their taunts go on because they don't care
There is an air of mystery
That they cannot see
I've asked them once
I've asked them twice
To just leave me be
Why is it that they cannot see
I am just a normal girl
Have I done wrong just being a part of the world?
Upon this hilt I bare
Are the cries of anguish because you do not care
