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What is there to do when society has played musical chairs and left your *** without a place? Stand stunned or feel flighty and go somewhere else? For you there's no home. It seems there are always gatekeepers who smile and take your money, frown to turn you away. Calm in their porcelain skins. Do something to conform? Forget what you knew? You can't because you are no great actor who changes with the ideology. You're a truth seeker containing a store of history, forgotten atrocity. Walk on a tightrope between human minds? No substantial future. Guided by tides.
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Keep travelling or go home?
What is there to do when society has played musical chairs and left your *** without a place? Stand stunned or feel flighty and go somewhere else? For you there's no home. It seems there are always gatekeepers who smile and take your money, frown to turn you away. Calm in their porcelain skins. Do something to conform? Forget what you knew? You can't because you are no great actor who changes with the ideology. You're a truth seeker containing a store of history, forgotten atrocity. Walk on a tightrope between human minds? No substantial future. Guided by tides.
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
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