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They don't know it.

When they point me out, when they call me "retard," or "stupid."

They know no better.

I am a supposed object, meaning nothing to them.

They spit their hateful and heartless words at me.

They have caused me pain over the course of my time.

I can't stop it.

I am a klutz, and that's all I'll ever be to them.