When will the bullshit end? We're drowning in material goods, and the life guards off duty. Our eyes are drawn to the idiot box like moths to a flame. Always worried, but not of our own lives. The few who reject this life are cast aside. And the ones we love we hold tight, while the ones we despise are left to rot - left to rot.
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