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There are so many Ways to live by Numerous routes One could Take in their Lifetime It exhausts me Just to Think about it There are so many Quotations to Memorize and Organize and Believe in People forget those One's Never followed Anyone Their vice of Self - fulfillment or Self - worth or Self - righteousness or Self - obsession Left them alone and Mad Most of the time But that's The way It goes... There are so many Lifestyles around me They dilute people That live it To have a strange Horrifying Glaze across their eyes As if they were Robots or The Undead or -even worse- Brimming with illusory Finiteness or Settling with the Result As if This were It All this Has been happening Since the dawn Of Time Cavemen opted for Deer fur Rather then Bear fur Harder to **** a bear It is those Tiny things that Mother Nature -The ***** Leads us to As if we were Blind right From the Start Powerless against Her Shackled at the Beginning Make do With what you've got Sit back and Let life Reveal itself Day in And Day out
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
Day In or Day Out
There are so many Ways to live by Numerous routes One could Take in their Lifetime It exhausts me Just to Think about it There are so many Quotations to Memorize and Organize and Believe in People forget those One's Never followed Anyone Their vice of Self - fulfillment or Self - worth or Self - righteousness or Self - obsession Left them alone and Mad Most of the time But that's The way It goes... There are so many Lifestyles around me They dilute people That live it To have a strange Horrifying Glaze across their eyes As if they were Robots or The Undead or -even worse- Brimming with illusory Finiteness or Settling with the Result As if This were It All this Has been happening Since the dawn Of Time Cavemen opted for Deer fur Rather then Bear fur Harder to **** a bear It is those Tiny things that Mother Nature -The ***** Leads us to As if we were Blind right From the Start Powerless against Her Shackled at the Beginning Make do With what you've got Sit back and Let life Reveal itself Day in And Day out
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ashby-brown
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
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