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Mar 2015
Idols are made out of people who are the same as us. Placing them on pedestals for thinking as we do. We hear the stimulating words vibrate in our cannals. We feel a connection from a source that's just as flawed as you and I.

Don't let us find out your secret. Make us forget there's such a thing as narcissism or we'll become the lost sheep of this entire race. Beware of the grip that this vice holds. It has no limitations. No boundaries. These are the dangers of the human mind.
Written by
Matt Overbey
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