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Aug 2014
This is not the world I’ve been dreaming of.

This isn’t right, and it never was.

As it stands, we are broken.

We are confused.

We are lost

And the only unending, other oriented, self-sacrificial feeling we commonly use

Is hate.

Help.
The Ravaged Armpit
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