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How can it be that Each day scrapes, painfully past us now? Time is haunted by torpid illusions of just standing still. And millions of hearts shatter crashing together inside this cage, "The Reckless Institution vs. Moral Outrage." All are either the Victims, or the Fools But only the foolish half of us are laughing. The rest of us, WE CAN'T RUN, AND WE CAN'T HIDE! so we end up cracking. Flopping around in the blood and tears, all of our fallen apart lumps and segments, and it's all so confining. Our Nation is festering and stagnant. And only the scary half us are laughing. Attacking. And Trapping.
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC
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How can it be that Each day scrapes, painfully past us now? Time is haunted by torpid illusions of just standing still. And millions of hearts shatter crashing together inside this cage, "The Reckless Institution vs. Moral Outrage." All are either the Victims, or the Fools But only the foolish half of us are laughing. The rest of us, WE CAN'T RUN, AND WE CAN'T HIDE! so we end up cracking. Flopping around in the blood and tears, all of our fallen apart lumps and segments, and it's all so confining. Our Nation is festering and stagnant. And only the scary half us are laughing. Attacking. And Trapping.
I'm having a hard time processing the weight of oppression in our Country's in the last 6 days.
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC
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