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Dec 2014
Perfection: a misconception. A myth forced upon given life. Fault is inevitable; what is faultless, only pretend. A disease deadly to the mind, a cure hidden beneath our shadows. Everlasting until the end of human existence. The mindset contagious; deceitful, yet intriguing. The human race born vulnerable to this apocalypse of oblivion. Always searched for, never to be found. To the death of society’s “perfect” image, only the blind will survive.
Reut Gare
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Reut Gare  Florida
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