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Oct 2011
No body seems to ******* understand me. . . .look at me, look deep into my eyes. . . stop producing your ****** up image of what is light. . .
i can't deny i am perfect, sane, mentally pro societal brain. . .all i ever please, to show the world it's better then it is. . .without unimagenary
peoples guided by misleading creepers. . .who long to prolong themselves as glory. . .who just foster an image, don't worry. . ..******* that's all i have,
i know what you do, what you tend, intend. . .gleeful only in your pleasures, while the world sits, eyes glued to misriden stories. . .i was only lonely until
i found the truth in peoples worries. . .and how to share such worrisome gories, when these ***** hide behind closed door stories. . .how could i help
you to understand, when this ***** been plenty said and done beyond a blend. . .how could you see an image of a child so torn, worn by this crazy ***** earth's demolished
born. . .how could  you even understand one simple pain when your not even reached beyond your sightest plain. . .kneel over, give up yourself,.. .that's
how forgotten you will be, since no one ever will hear you. . .what a ******* nightmare, how could you be so slightly underdeveloped, subconsciously
fallen under what's been fought and bled for you. . .many a men, fighting for an existance of absolute redemption from all such horific ideals as of one's
greedful sight, who but misguide you and take flight, because what such ***** but to put your sons and daughters into fight against their brothers and sisters.
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