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Revolving doors are after me, Brushes from a stranger are pickpockets, Financiers are after the little man's money, Bankers are all corrupt, Politicians are all corrupt, Everyone has an agenda... or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or maybe, this is a delineation of the deplorable state humanity, and the world, has plunged to. Maybe my paranoia is, a byproduct of years of justification and rational motivation
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Revolving Doors
Revolving doors are after me, Brushes from a stranger are pickpockets, Financiers are after the little man's money, Bankers are all corrupt, Politicians are all corrupt, Everyone has an agenda... or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or maybe, this is a delineation of the deplorable state humanity, and the world, has plunged to. Maybe my paranoia is, a byproduct of years of justification and rational motivation
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
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