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May 2018
Maybe the big picture isn't as pretty when you
You can see how the colors have bled,
How the paint has chipped,
How the colors have faded.
Then, no one wants to look at the details.
They just want to see the pretty.
The distance-blurred scenery.
The seemingly sharp lines
And the seemingly vivid colors,
But the harsh reality is that nothing is pretty
When you look a little deeper
Or search a little harder
Because only then can you see
How messed up everything really is.
Written by
clever  16/F/wherever you are
(16/F/wherever you are)   
         Rick the shoe shine boy, NM, Iska, Feggyr Citack, --- and 8 others
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