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Society

Sleepy knees, struggling to keep one up. Slipping minds hang on the faintest peice of reality to keep us same. Weak hearts, broken so many nothing will heal all the damage. Lost people: the act they put on is soon turning into a life style. Voices get drained out by those with more importance. Those with more importance shun the ones with no voices, little by little shadows engulf the voiceless. The shadows hold more stories than one can tell. Stories of great triumph, lost souls sleeping, whispering for god. Stories of dread.....

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