Crazy People. What are these, crazy people. Who are we, these crazy people, our eyes covered, haze, an see no ending to this. Call it a maze of intertwined tangles, rope an thorns tangled on each one an another's face, it keeps us just to keep holding us back, some of you are movement most of us stand in place. Be placed in a stereotypical race, an chased, stabbed, murder, our expressions of emotion on your face. This age aced by people of a select class past. We live short to die fast we are just water on fire, not maintained never seem to last
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