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Jan 2013
This world makes me sick.
Everyday I hope and pray for Death to kiss me on the lips.
We stay blind to others pain
We participate in this little game
and those that don't are deemed insane
because those ones break the cycle of society
those ones are the ones who are truly free
and it pains them to see the world playing pretend
living so blindly happy.
Mychael LooseArrow
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Mychael LooseArrow  Denver, CO
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