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We're forgotten, disregarded
Like a piece of paper we're discarded
They underestimate our abilities
As if we don't have responsibilities
We're dejected, despairing
You cannot see the scaring
But our silence shows the destruction
That you have made to this obstruction
We're unseen, inconspicuous
No wonder we have slow responsiveness
We want a say in what we believe in
We want to feel powerful from within
We're ill-treated, covered in bruises
We're attacked with a thousand excuses
Will there ever be a time of change
Where support didn't feel so strange
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