That is what I am in New York City. A target for people's hypocritical bullying. Some people have it worse and can't go to the grocery store at all. But I am almost there myself and receive a psychological punishment for almost anything I do, which was also how my family problems were that I have still not escaped from despite moving far away and funding my own existence with borrowed money, some of which is from other people who are treated the same way. How long will that be maintained. I will tell you that I think not much longer, and that eventually the good pinatas like me will run out and you will be hitting things with shards of glass and nails flying into your blind racist eyes.
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