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bilingual,
c'est un great chose,
i mean,
like voir ceci,
i am typing cette ligne,
et vous are translating,
dans the span d'une seconde,
c'est parmi the meilleur chose in the monde,
wow,
i mean,
je suis rendre speechless,
a votre intelligence,
this ability n'est pas granted a tout le monde,
vous ĂȘtes chanceaux,
et moi, i am too.
these wandering eyes in the light of plight,
have chosen to stay out of this fight,
if there is no harm, there is no bite,
surely none can blame one for staying out of sight,
...isn't that right?
if possible, please don't be a bystander. society can only change when we come together as a collective and for a collective to occur one needs to speak up. thank you.
humans are far too trustworthy,
this is a fact,
they do not think about danger in the way nature does,
as if they are no longer part of the nature they claim to be,
they trust too easily,
their noses do not warn them of danger,
as the hare's does when the fox approaches,
their eyesight is limited,
literally and metaphorically,
they rely too much on others,
on systems that can break down with one cry of unrest,
on people that deliver false promises,
their senses are dull and reflexes slow,
their hearts never anticipate heartbreak,
nor do they anticipate fear of being hunted,
they do not think like the birds,
jumping away at every sound,
nor like their feline hunter, analytical to a fault,
(of course there are exceptions),
yet,
to some it might be a boon,
to some it might be a curse,
to be ignorant to the danger lurking in every corner,
personally,
I think it makes us human.
Fires of hatred,
Burnt and broken,
Left behind,
Only,
Ashes and smoke,
Then even that,
Is gone.
anger
Static filled blank,
Consuming void,
Fills my gaze,
And I revel,
Basking in newfound freedom,
Finally free of the venom,
Free of the poison and lies,
Free of the illusions painted before my eyes.
the internet can be such a cage.

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