she sits beside herself wondering if someone can understand her. 
I have thoughts of conflicts of confusion she says, but the words she decides to use don't have any emotions, they wrap themselves around each other and hide.
I have not met the interacial women her mind and her life are both of a different race.
She holds onto the guilt of losing of gaining a new self-control a control that her life wont let her except.
                
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