The fear I see is white.
This whiteness yells at me for no reason.
This yelling tastes like blood too me,
and I can't do anything about it.
The blood I taste smells worst then the whiteness around me.
All I see is the whiteness, it surrounds me no matter where I go.
I feel like an outsider, all I can see is whiteness.

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