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Jan 2016
The world isn't as you know it,
Everything is a lie.
Nothing has substantiality,
And everything is subjective,
And nothing is ever right.

We distract ourselves with the little things,
And don't see what's going on.
We play our little games,
And **** like it has meaning,
We pretend that nothing is wrong.

We don't see behind the scenes,
In fact nobody really does.
We fight these wars,
We **** these people,
And will ourselves to shed blood.

And no, I don't have the answers,
I don't think anyone does.
But I do know that if
We keep going like this,
The world will end just cause.
You tools. We're all just ******* puppets. Happy idiots who don't know **** and don't do ****.
**** I wish God would talk to me. Tell me the answers.
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
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