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Apr 2015
Where's the life
we all long to live?
Why are we all pushing
why do we take but never give?
I have no faith in my fellow man
I have no say in this butcherous land
I've nothing but shame
for where I stand
Yet, I'm no more shameless
for doing nothing but blaming.

It's so hard not to give up.
I try so hard to end up
so disgusted.
It seems a waste.
Even the trees that were felled
to make this book
they deserved this Earth
more than I.
102804~7.01p
The very definition of Cynicism. Seeing so much hatred and evilness around me, it's hard to have faith in humankind. But, what am I doing about it? Pointing a finger?
I probably watched a horrendous documentary...or the news.
M Crux Alexander
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M Crux Alexander  PDX, OR
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