I Have Something to Say
You Indians from India are so lucky...Everyone just hates me when Everyone loves You...and it's all because of your Caste System that I have absolutely nothing...I don't even know how to have a personality because I'm having seizures much of the time and I never focused in school because of my seizures, so I'm unintelligent. I'm not even beautiful, I'm as ugly as Sin and I can't grasp anything, yes, I'm that slow. You Indian Hindus from India are the total opposite of me...You are Everything and I am a Nothing...
I keep praying to a seemingly unresponsive God to take me up, but He refuses to do so. He's only keeping me here to suffer in the hands of the people who know nothing about me and refuse to learn anything about me, but have learnt to hate me instead over an Indian person from India's lies, when they are all Caucasian. I'm sorry for being the lowest member of your Caste System, India, and I'm sorry that I have to suffer as cause of Your vindivtiveness and being called a "Ni66er" by all the White people you turned against me.
I keep praying to a seemingly unresponsive God to take me up, but He refuses to do so. He's only keeping me here to suffer in the hands of the people who know nothing about me and refuse to learn anything about me, but have learnt to hate me instead over an Indian person from India's lies, when they are all Caucasian. I'm sorry for being the lowest member of your Caste System, India, and I'm sorry that I have to suffer as cause of Your vindivtiveness and being called a "Ni66er" by all the White people you turned against me.
