Fast and too quick this life we lived is.
With a rushing through it to slow down...
When one gets older.
To become more sensitive,
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Forgive me but I am not a thief of your peace.
Or a robber here to sell you,
On more delusions to believe.
And look over the way I'm dressed.
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Investments made to ensure deposits are stocked,
In an abundance of ignorance...
That has become overwhelmingly popularized,
Shouldn't shock anyone who fed on this existence...
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Why people can not be honest.
And,
Isn't it strange...
Why people object to the subject of truth,
...
Liking what one has chosen to do,
Maybe to others...
Easy.
The reasoning?
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A trending vast abyss permitted to exist,
And accepted with encouragement...
As a social media phenomenon practiced,
By those distracted and lack common sense.
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Who says and does what,
With an expressed intent...
To openly offend another as is meant.
Then using the media to deny,
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Those seeking to get encouragement,
To release what discourages them to let go...
May find it more to their benefit,
If...
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I have never pretended something true was not.
Or the opposite of that is a hobby one does.
I've had a few too many close friends,
Die unexpectedly.
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To make excuses at my expense,
With claims made later...
You had no evil intent to ruin my life,
But continued to do to me as you like.
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