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Mar 2014
Hey there friend,
let's bend
to the will of the people.
Crane our necks
and get on our knees
this is the price of Freedom
you better go run with the bees
cause like them, you're running out of time.
But don'be be fooled by the tricks of a mime
nothing is silent
and everything shines.
Nothing is black and white
there is so much gray, despite
all of the reasons there shouldn't
in another world there wouldn't.
So enjoy what you got
give up what you sought,
cause my friend life is short
in any way shape or sort.
Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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