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Jan 13
An improbable role

I guess my mind is forsaken

Mental health is joke

But Dont be mistaken

People struggle with thoughts

But Weve turned it into a weapon

We fumble on words and the world judges us

A formal display that just tears us up

A societal fridge that freezes us up

But What is normal is this thing we call life?

That very question implys there's a standard to living

But Normals not real.

Its just what society makes it.

A general consensus does not make something real

Take the nazis, the mongols, the taliban and tell me their ideals speak true.

Society sets a standard

We dont have to apply

**** it ill just be me in this thing we call life
Written by
matthew paschall
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   CJ Sutherland
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