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Thought 01

written by: Stan



I woke up this morning, still feeling my mind all distorted,
I figured I'd grab a pen and write down my story unfolded,
The city I live in just a hollow shell of society,
Everyone here is living a life full of anxiety,
And I'm just sitting quietly,
In a constant state of sobriety,
Up until I was ten I felt like life was rather easy but then,
I started seeing that everything around us was run by evil men,
Wisdom told me that money was the root of all evil,
And all my peers are simply too deceitful,
Then I took upon myself to become a disciple,
And try to help my closest break out of this vicious cycle.



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