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what is a human but the chemicals that make him up or the thoughts in his brain or the tiny little wrinkles on his palms or even the warm, red blood cells that persistently pump through his body even though he wants them to run cold. what is a human but the anxiety and worries that define his every waking moment and encapsulate him in a fear-driven rage and throw him into a pit of sadness and anger until his humanity is gone. what is a human but the tears streaming down his face when he lays his head on his pillow at night and wishes that he wouldn't have to lift it up in the morning and that instead of a bed, he would wake up in a coffin.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
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what is a human but the chemicals that make him up or the thoughts in his brain or the tiny little wrinkles on his palms or even the warm, red blood cells that persistently pump through his body even though he wants them to run cold. what is a human but the anxiety and worries that define his every waking moment and encapsulate him in a fear-driven rage and throw him into a pit of sadness and anger until his humanity is gone. what is a human but the tears streaming down his face when he lays his head on his pillow at night and wishes that he wouldn't have to lift it up in the morning and that instead of a bed, he would wake up in a coffin.
collin-daniel
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
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