
Having lost my home, the very one I've built with my own blood, sweat and tears, I've made myself a vagabond of sorts. And vagabonds, in a land where people want to maintain their high social status, deserve persecution. Or at least considered an untouchable, a pollutant, a stink in the population.
I've been an outcast my entire life. It's nothing new. I've been portrayed the worst possible scenarios you could ever think of. So it doesn't surprise me to find myself in the very same situation I've been in, time and time again…

2 comments:
i could definitely relate to being an outcast.. but we shall stand together!
don't ever let anyone put you down :)
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