everyday i pull another thorn from my side, watching empty lives emphatically deprived. as if some call to arms will help them recognize their vanity and pride isn’t justified. every day i’m dealt another devastating blow. what happened to our country we’ll never know. disillusion, wasted resolve. i am the reason why the world revolves. egotistical, lackadaisical. it makes no difference whether you live or die.
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