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Aware, I may not Appeal to others. But, I know the truth The world is an illusion, Not the safe harbor for conformists; Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was, Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...

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