Why do people act the way that they do? Casting out the quiet… Embracing the violent? Laughing at the different… Smiling at the perfect. Same boring sameness all day long, Nothing out of the ordinary Fake smiles… Hidden tears… Good news welcomed… Bad news shamed Every sin is forbidden Yet done by every one; Machines walk the cold earth… Lies, cheats, and scores Beauty is nourished, Ugliness cast away; Outer ways shall triumph… Inside- no lights are on.Birth sign: Scorpio
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