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Where's the life we all long to live? Why are we all pushing why do we take but never give? I have no faith in my fellow man I have no say in this butcherous land I've nothing but shame for where I stand Yet, I'm no more shameless for doing nothing but blaming. It's so hard not to give up. I try so hard to end up so disgusted. It seems a waste. Even the trees that were felled to make this book they deserved this Earth more than I. 102804~7.01p
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Where's the life?
Where's the life we all long to live? Why are we all pushing why do we take but never give? I have no faith in my fellow man I have no say in this butcherous land I've nothing but shame for where I stand Yet, I'm no more shameless for doing nothing but blaming. It's so hard not to give up. I try so hard to end up so disgusted. It seems a waste. Even the trees that were felled to make this book they deserved this Earth more than I. 102804~7.01p
The very definition of Cynicism. Seeing so much hatred and evilness around me, it's hard to have faith in humankind. But, what am I doing about it? Pointing a finger? I probably watched a horrendous documentary...or the news.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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