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Jul 2017
Helplessness a harmful feeling that surrounds us all fragile beings  of mortal blood we linger in foolish games pretending that we are all powerful and in control a liars performance danced among others who pretend in this sickness of illision for we are all children danceing inside are own individual fears feeling all along a powerful sense of helplessness
Written by
Harry clute  56/M/Iowa
(56/M/Iowa)   
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