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Jan 2019
Awake to find a pain in your head and heart.
What is this sadness? What is this swelling?
Millions are in vain, some dead, some ****.
Moral reflectiveness, narcissistic poisoning.

What cure do we pursue?
A large glass of altruism for humanity to cure our heart ache.

What cure do we should we ensue?
A large capsule of selfless love for intellectual conversation. Without that vile poison of ego. It should reduce the swelling.
Written by
Clay Face  21/M/A trip
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