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Tue, 12/17/2013 - 14:59 -- amckane


I have these words swirling
around, all my thoughts twirling. I rarely have a chance
to let these pieces sit, to dance. Because the very moment I
let my thoughts be, for a fraction of a 
nanosecond, my mind laughs and is like,

"Wait a second. Let's let her forget. Give her temporary
amnesia until the very moment that it's bad for her to 
remember, when she can't pick up a pencil and paper
and enlighten the blue lines."

Lines growing, forming on my own face. As my mind blasts
off into space, I'm sitting in a class, listening to stupidity encarnated as
humanity, but isn't that what people are these days anyway?
We see these things which "restore our faith in humankind," but why need
restoration if we did it right the first time? 

These questions are the essence, the bane of my existence
Maybe, when I die, I'll finally understand.
And know that we are doomsday's plan.


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