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Jun 2016
We never really changed did we?
We're still just children, the term adult is only a title paid in lifespan.

There's no real requirement, it took less effort moving forward then it did standing still,

Like there was no real reason I needed to try, life would push me off the cliff on my own, it outfitted me with a piece of yarn and told me to jump.
Like that would save me, I wasn't given a chance.

Maybe if my family cared more about education and less about alcohol- or if anxiety didn't riddle my lungs each and every time I opened my ******* mouth- but no, I'm stuck as a mangled corpse used as a warning to rich brats with close family

'Don't be like her, go to college, have kids, die with a family to repeat the cycle'

How many would truly want that if they hadn't been told since exiting the womb that it is their one goal.

We could have philosophers, travelers, those who are pure of heart and thinking.

Instead we pumped them full of lies, sent them off and hoped for a rerun;
Luna Craft
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   Eleanor B and ajit peter
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