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Matter the Essence of Consciousness

Over excessive society, Underdeveloped minds. Grouped groups, linked Produced in modes, suffocating In their consciousness. Fear Of the self righteous, The many Determine the one. Social disorder Conjured By a thought, felt by all. I have seen chivalry beaten and left For dead, “sleepwalkers” corrupting Youths, scared to look back, a time of Deadbeat parents and lost Souls. I know more than I care to admit. This world that beckons, Euthanasia.
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Jul 17, 2011
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