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The mind- a blank canvas for some. To throw hues of joy upon their spirits and color their souls for the world to gaze in awe. The mind- a steel cage for the rest. Subjected to the wills of the many whom steal their innocence and tear down their carefully constructed walls. These people, they try to control something with concrete thinking and dogma, but the world is anything but controllable. I see their rulings as fear. They live out of fear, I out of love. Who is the real ******* enemy now, huh?
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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The mind- a blank canvas for some. To throw hues of joy upon their spirits and color their souls for the world to gaze in awe. The mind- a steel cage for the rest. Subjected to the wills of the many whom steal their innocence and tear down their carefully constructed walls. These people, they try to control something with concrete thinking and dogma, but the world is anything but controllable. I see their rulings as fear. They live out of fear, I out of love. Who is the real ******* enemy now, huh?
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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