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Mar 2021
Born into a world
that defines the great reality
Endless hope takes us to stars , 
 while we're held by gravity
We reside in our delusions , 
 to escape depravity
Expectations exceed fate ,
  when we hope for quantity
Destroying our creation ,
  the purpose of our entity
Our existence - better dead , 
 unless we change our quality.
dilshé
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dilshé  19/F/~ look behind you
(19/F/~ look behind you)   
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