I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry, can you forgive me?
If you want, I can be like the others.
But I've always took pride in individuality.
It's hard for me to stand by and watch
while people tear others apart
because they are different.
I know how it feels.
I don't want to be like you.
I am not arrogant.
A blind patriot without a heart.
A ruthless follower of the crowd.
So tell me, if you love your country so much...
Why didn't you marry one of your own?
The blood in my veins is only half yours.
I am a child of many great nations.
I am a melting pot of religions and cultures.
I am a wanderer; everywhere is my home.
Your ignorance won't be carried on.
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