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In vaudiville of noise, silence lost its voice. Thoughts lay whore to popular perspectives, and the brain devours masochism. But they wont listen to me their ears motgaged in the market of material bliss. The day they realize , the truth will goad, i will stop then to tote the weary load. The depraved indivsuality grovels for freedom but who will they set free and from whom the shackles lie deep within. Borrowed words of lended mouths constantly fall on deaf ears. desire to live is venality to death, they all run from something they fear. The end is beginning of something to end. Either correct me, or from your closet of slurs serve me some more so i dont fell the pain next time when out of me they castrate my soul. How will it end , the trite advice i give to me, Wake them up or fall asleep
What stayed with you?
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