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Sep 2015
Guns pointed at my head, freedom is dead! Violence happening everywhere, clouds of despair form over my head. World's collide into each other, got an addiction to lie's instead of looking at the facts. Fade to black, our brains have been hacked, they've been cracked, the dreams and goals we once had, we won't get back. Left to fill out our worthless life's with monotonous crap, can we take a nap, because becoming alice wasn't in my job description.  Mad people wearing hats, cats that disappear, white rabbits, I thought fairytales were fiction? Yet here I am, so high, I think i'm peter pan, free falling and flying in this messed up land. Inception is all I know, am I even awake at all, because ever thing used to look so amazing like Niagara falls, but now everything stings, it's like my eyes are full of sand. Has the world finally lost it, or have I?
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
(27/M/Medicine Hat)   
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