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It is febuary 1998, |
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with too many mindless bodies, |
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walking the face of the planet, |
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and too many mindfull bodies, |
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without enough motivation, |
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to do anything constructive with their lives, |
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i despise these people, |
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in a way i can not verbally express, |
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my hatred for humanity |
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has reached an all time high, |
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i believe i am a higher power |
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and a greater being, |
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than our all too common society, |
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Lately i have asked myself |
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should i concede defeat |
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and conform to our commercialist society, |
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surely it would make my life |
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on this world easier to bear, |
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but when i get near my lowest moments, |
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i remember... |
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Why, i hate the world, |
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and everything, that is inside, |
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i remember why, that i despise |
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everything that is not i. |
