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Apr 2015
With heads full of sorrow and hearts void of love the human condition falls weak and losses sight of any form of hope. cowardice replaces our acts of courage, our acts of kindness devolve to the depraved sight of gluttonous amounts of greed, and any chance to love others or ones self are lost in this thick smog of self doubt and self pity. Is this what it mean to be human?, If so, I happily cast aside my humanity.
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   Arlo Disarray
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