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we resort to cussing when the only repercussion is our own fault from what we sin but we feel within that life would be too much for us to change our touch ask what we have on this earth to better our worth when it is our choice how we use our voice minimal thoughts make noise serious ones cause poise because we never chose to think of why the ribbon is pink the red cross resembles the sick or why us humans were picked to be the most knowledgeable in the world we paint our life as a mural when that thought alone is irrational; we fail tests that are passable we get confrontational simple business operational "I love you" feels sensational but the words are migrational Life was right here and you moved right passed her and we wonder why in the hell that we have no answers
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
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we resort to cussing when the only repercussion is our own fault from what we sin but we feel within that life would be too much for us to change our touch ask what we have on this earth to better our worth when it is our choice how we use our voice minimal thoughts make noise serious ones cause poise because we never chose to think of why the ribbon is pink the red cross resembles the sick or why us humans were picked to be the most knowledgeable in the world we paint our life as a mural when that thought alone is irrational; we fail tests that are passable we get confrontational simple business operational "I love you" feels sensational but the words are migrational Life was right here and you moved right passed her and we wonder why in the hell that we have no answers
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
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