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Signs for shopping pollute the night with their gaudy lights pointing to my next great buy. But in my head I hear the poor souls say you do not want to come this way cause if you see my pain you will have to change or face your shame. But I hide myself inside my house while the tv shows our upper class, high rise, high life that I can buy. So, I work my way into a community of iron gates and golden golf carts. But in my heart I hear the music play songs of sorrow free ranged runaways, immigrants, refugees longing to get just a fraction of what I already have. But with enough music, and movies I can distract myself quite easily so I don’t have to see my own inhumanity. It’s great to be me……isn’t it?
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
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Signs for shopping pollute the night with their gaudy lights pointing to my next great buy. But in my head I hear the poor souls say you do not want to come this way cause if you see my pain you will have to change or face your shame. But I hide myself inside my house while the tv shows our upper class, high rise, high life that I can buy. So, I work my way into a community of iron gates and golden golf carts. But in my heart I hear the music play songs of sorrow free ranged runaways, immigrants, refugees longing to get just a fraction of what I already have. But with enough music, and movies I can distract myself quite easily so I don’t have to see my own inhumanity. It’s great to be me……isn’t it?
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
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