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To be a caged animal and illicit stares of shared despair while trying to clear the air here of that ***** stench. The populace passes by my caged display as I try to play pretending that my pain is not so real. I dress myself up in nice new things watching how the other animals swing. Reality shows, sports events, and other things obfuscate how human beings isolate themselves. My cage expands to fit all my pretty things, while my mind shrinks and stinks of sinking fools who are also drowning in their own stool.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
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To be a caged animal and illicit stares of shared despair while trying to clear the air here of that ***** stench. The populace passes by my caged display as I try to play pretending that my pain is not so real. I dress myself up in nice new things watching how the other animals swing. Reality shows, sports events, and other things obfuscate how human beings isolate themselves. My cage expands to fit all my pretty things, while my mind shrinks and stinks of sinking fools who are also drowning in their own stool.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
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