sickness surrounds us, the signs of our age, people lost there hopes and dreams, locked in this cage, choices made for you, with no reference to your thoughts, when will i make the decisions, this will never stop, freedom in this world, is such a sick joke, most of us crawl through life, and so many have no hope, the end is near, and im not afraid, what can i do, my choices have already been made.....
Reason for writing:
well well well
Birth sign: Aries
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