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Jun 2013
Life, so fragile a thing.
Wasted, life through careless indecision.
Gifts, wasted through silence.
Do you not see?
There is a curse to humanity.
Consciousness brought through evolution,
New power to triumph, a revolution,
Power and bonds break, dissolution.
Our own inability to save that which we rely upon.
Because of our own ability to ignore all we must see.
Your consciousness, could easily be the end,
Of me.
Written by
Bryce Grunow
699
   --- and Lizzy
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