This is not the world I’ve been dreaming of.
This isn’t right, and it never was.
As it stands, we are broken.
We are confused.
We are lost
And the only unending, other oriented, self-sacrificial feeling we commonly use
Is hate.
Help.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
This is not the world I’ve been dreaming of.
This isn’t right, and it never was.
As it stands, we are broken.
We are confused.
We are lost
And the only unending, other oriented, self-sacrificial feeling we commonly use
Is hate.
Help.
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