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There is a sickness that is swarming the people. A sickness I don’t understand. A willingness to **** one another with a weapon or our bare hands. They will pull out the strings of our humanness. Hate and confusion pumps through our blood. Money and greed seem to guide us. It feels wrong but no one says a word. There is a sadness that won’t leave my soul. A sadness I don’t understand. A inability to find what I’m looking for. And for that I will search all the land. I will pull at the strings of my humanness Inherited failure will not stand I will demand the things from myself I am lacking and with enlightenment, I will better understand.
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
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There is a sickness that is swarming the people. A sickness I don’t understand. A willingness to **** one another with a weapon or our bare hands. They will pull out the strings of our humanness. Hate and confusion pumps through our blood. Money and greed seem to guide us. It feels wrong but no one says a word. There is a sadness that won’t leave my soul. A sadness I don’t understand. A inability to find what I’m looking for. And for that I will search all the land. I will pull at the strings of my humanness Inherited failure will not stand I will demand the things from myself I am lacking and with enlightenment, I will better understand.
jasmine-h
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
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