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Jun 2015
I was always an Outsider.
Rebellious, social divider.

An Ideal collier.
You say one way and I'll say another

You shall think of,
I shall destruct them.

I know not silence,
I know not compliance.

Social order only orders for chaos.
I am the mayhem and I am  maniacal.

Order only comes when I come with chaos.
Disorder does not dis order it brings it.

Freedom is deviant of it's own means
So even I mean to be free,

Someday.
Self Worth
Nicholas Fogle
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Nicholas Fogle  New York
(New York)   
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