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Solita

If we could go back into a pale instinct of flowers and love and open fields with sunshine much burning above And i write so quick dont really show it to anyone thousand of poems building up like ticky tacky homes so what is life but virtue, to exist to create how could you even fake it terrible thing for soulless souls to walk along not doing anything except breathing the wrong air of despair and sadness well society can you help me??? cause fact is I AM- too intelligent talented and smart to live in your crooked bombing air planes crashing gun shooting media obsessed world You have to realize that a citizen of the united states wants to run as far away from here if donald trump gets elected, I will be gone somewhere far away from the utter nonsense. Im an artist and i dont look back

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