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Apr 2013
This world doesn't favor the artists.
They favor the strong,
iron-bodied athletes,
with empty minds.
They favor the pure-bred,
big-headed geniuses,
with cold hearts.
The world is made for the strong,
but,
I am weak.
Lilyy
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