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emotional ends

who is to decide

that the world will not end tomorrow.

Its a scary thought

but there are powers in this world

that can end it all.

End it in the form of guns

words, pages, bombs,

emotion

If I suddenly was killed

would people remember me?

would you really mourn?

really?

Really think about it.

would you take something away from something I did or said?

The only contribution

to any form of society

is putting these words and thoughts in your brain

 

Now that youre thinking like me,

is it worth it in a life that is in such a state of delusion

to continue living life the way you are?

Do you cherish life the way you used to?

The way you did when you were a kid?

Do you remember what it feels like to live?

To be excited at nothing.

Or is your mind so desensitized

that it doesnt know if youre living your life

or the life society wants you to?

Just so they can get you to do the things

that make life miserable?

 

When something bad in life exists

most just say, "Oh. thats just life"

But this gives life an excuse to be forever terrible.

Teach people what I have taught you.

Think of where you are and where you want to be.

If you are where you want to be,

you are extremely lucky.

If not, take a stand.

The only thing holding you back

is your conscience.

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Written by
alex-paul
M / American
Published
Mar 25, 2013
Lines·Words
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Notes

just rambling. not refined. a steady stream of thought of a confused 20 year old. enjoy.

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