This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time
The world is unchanging. We are still the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world. Hungry for attention by purchasing material objects to make ourselves feel more accepted in our society. We are all told that we are safe and that we are protected and have people wiping our asses over a little scratch on our arms. A generation raised to believe we will be men. But really, we are still the fetus that was in our mothers womb.
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