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The convenience of crying, It caters to the wondering Presumptuously, others convince us of dying Nothing is relentless nor meaningless I find myself following the trendiness, In a puzzling quest for happiness I pass the time reading articles predicting my life A destination we described Predictable knowing is demeaning I lost my appetite What is the price
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
A conscience
The convenience of crying, It caters to the wondering Presumptuously, others convince us of dying Nothing is relentless nor meaningless I find myself following the trendiness, In a puzzling quest for happiness I pass the time reading articles predicting my life A destination we described Predictable knowing is demeaning I lost my appetite What is the price
Modern day confusion
Karajean
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
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