Your skin could be green for all I care,
Your preferences the same-
Or rare
Quite honestly I'm sick of it-
All this judging.
No loving.
The fighting.
The hating.
The names.
And the faces.
Just remember,
At the end of day,
We all end up-
In the same place.

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