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. **•point                                    our fing-                                  ers to the                                  nearest a-                                  vailable s-                                  uckers• to                                  take respo-                                  nsibility  a-                                  nd be  acco-                                  untable....no                                  one really bothers•we                   do it so well unlike any other•al-      most a skill that never gets duller•shit hits the fan, we all look for someone to blame•it's a hapless situation when we partake in such a ga-   me•it's become a norm that simply never ends • it's a nasty situation that makes enemies out of f- riends•i look at myself and realise that i am no    different•for i too, have my finger pointed si-    lent•i too, have erred...warranting reproach •milling over transgressions my words dare not broach•sigh...why is it so that such a habit we can never sever•think no further...let's just blame it on......................** human nature• .
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
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. **•point                                    our fing-                                  ers to the                                  nearest a-                                  vailable s-                                  uckers• to                                  take respo-                                  nsibility  a-                                  nd be  acco-                                  untable....no                                  one really bothers•we                   do it so well unlike any other•al-      most a skill that never gets duller•shit hits the fan, we all look for someone to blame•it's a hapless situation when we partake in such a ga-   me•it's become a norm that simply never ends • it's a nasty situation that makes enemies out of f- riends•i look at myself and realise that i am no    different•for i too, have my finger pointed si-    lent•i too, have erred...warranting reproach •milling over transgressions my words dare not broach•sigh...why is it so that such a habit we can never sever•think no further...let's just blame it on......................** human nature• .
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Aug 4, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
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