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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 00:05 -- hearden

Why do I still wake up? I ask myself.

Why don't I still my breathing and die?

Because... because I still have to live, still feel

A sense of obligation to finish what I started.

I have to keep myself going to destroy what's wrong

In this world and maybe, just maybe, I'll die

Happy because I'll know that I helped make

The nonbelievers see the truth of corruption

And oppression and the wrongs of society.

Funny how my life goals have changed so much.

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