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Feb 2015
We all walk beneath the same sun. and when the day is done we all sleep beneath the same moon. It's as if we're all strangers sharing the same room, and we can't ever decide who gets the top bunk so we fight about it. Food, water, washrooms, brooms sweeping our continental drifts of hate towards each other, solitaire mothers raising children alone, families in the streets with nowhere to go, we are lost. But oddly enough we all want the same thing. We all bring the same argument to the table, we just want to be found. But we all shout out opinions just loud enough so that we're misunderstood. Just as our planet thought we would. Because it's been around long enough to know how predictable we are. So I went just far enough out of earshot of the others and asked a question to quench the thirst of my curiosity; what comes next? and I received an answer a little out of context; what came first? The human or the greed?
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