We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
One stream of time is not complex enough, in fact we repeat ourselves with out knowing it, we become dull and half witted, even the best of us, dragged down while going upwards in ideals, we fake, we destroy with our drugged qualities, and the block universe becomes heavy, then frozen, so we can't blame, ourselves, but it is dark, and the computer must be at fault, must be evil, and we turn it on, then we smile, and try to laugh, but nothing comes out, so we scroll as if dreaming, our head hunched like a hunch back, as if we won.
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Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway? Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making...
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so be a little sunshine At least every so often To hug And to laugh As you must be special Anyone Seriously This flaw will be ...