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When I look into my reflection I stare at every imperfection I appear broken, even shattered All of me in bits and pieces scattered From the lack of understanding and compassion These human instincts were once in fashion Unfortunately greediness, laziness and corruption got hold Our society became bitter and cold Where we have this need to conform Too afraid to practice a passionate art form Instead we are this predictable bleak gray Just waiting to die and decay So I say... **** THAT! I'm living my life, my way!
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
When I look into my reflection
When I look into my reflection I stare at every imperfection I appear broken, even shattered All of me in bits and pieces scattered From the lack of understanding and compassion These human instincts were once in fashion Unfortunately greediness, laziness and corruption got hold Our society became bitter and cold Where we have this need to conform Too afraid to practice a passionate art form Instead we are this predictable bleak gray Just waiting to die and decay So I say... **** THAT! I'm living my life, my way!
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
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