Don’t know

How often do we ask how did I get here ? Born in a life I feel more cursed then blessed to be here face covered in tears pain complexed by our peers looks of disapproval from the masses when that lack of employment history appears handing out applications in a hope of keeping my past fears off my heels drugs alcohol and guns doctors prescribe pills pts post traumatic stress extreme social paranoia are these diagnoses real why in this quest to find help or Answers it comes in the form of a pill numb to the world moving through life With An expectation to be able to feel remorse compassion or even possess a thought not to kill when it’s easier to purchase a assault rifle with armor piercing bullets then is to get your a doctor to go down on the dosage of your pills the courts to see an appeal the state to help with your bills while you fine a sense of reality that escapes Technology or pill allowing you a honest opportunity to feel contemplate and see this clearly unfair deal before signing our lives over for something that isn’t real ..... a place in a world we did not care to build.

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