Mylife As a Living Thing
My life as a living thing.. what are
things? Just a tool to keep you
entertained, a rock that shines to be
worth more than a human soul.
Blood spilled, minds tortured. What
is with these things? Why are they
worth more than a friend to keep. I
try. I weep. People are just in to
deep with these things. A sober
mind from drugs ,politics and
materialism shine more than the
rock on Paris Hilton's hand to be
seen by the stars above. I am
something. Because I have more
than just a thing
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