temporary insanity
Crucified mentalities bring casualties by the lists. Amist the forever cadence of misconception, directions have been fabricated. Alienated by the stinch of copy cats the nature to to react is more defensive than offensive. Extensive if the time put into self-destruction was used to reform individuality. Actually, the very essence of who we are is questioned; not by curiosity but by selfish thoughts to create a pecking order that dresses the greedy with flamboyance and authority. We oughta be tryng to define what what love is instead of developing a concept of what we think or how it should be. Man-kind is trapped in a landslide of contradictions. Intermissions appear after the truth has been mutilated. Can I survive? Will I survive? In today's society, answering that question takes critical thinking. Winking, I'll open my eyes whenever the light isn't tainted.
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