In underneath the lies I crept, and
Found myself in the story tellers inner zone,
He has no face he has no name, because as a group collective
We are all but basically the same,
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'For we as people are a lonely race in a lonely crowded intruding place'-
love this line. No one is more handicapped than the person who has made
up their mind to remain blind to things they do not wish to see.
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'For we as people are a lonely race in a lonely crowded intruding place'- love this line. No one is more handicapped than the person who has made up their mind to remain blind to things they do not wish to see.