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We are taught, to walk the fine line, between what is wrong and right, that there's only black and white. A constant stream of the list of consequences, and the customs and traditions our society follows, holding on to a life line. These laws, rules, and regulations closing in around us, tightening their grip, the noose around our necks. And even when you try to do right, the once in a blue moon slip ups, and mess ups magnified a thousand times by those seeking, looking for a mistake, a break in the line of perfect mannequins.
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
The Fine Line
We are taught, to walk the fine line, between what is wrong and right, that there's only black and white. A constant stream of the list of consequences, and the customs and traditions our society follows, holding on to a life line. These laws, rules, and regulations closing in around us, tightening their grip, the noose around our necks. And even when you try to do right, the once in a blue moon slip ups, and mess ups magnified a thousand times by those seeking, looking for a mistake, a break in the line of perfect mannequins.
SpiritAnimal
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
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