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Have you forgotten your identity you have forgotten your pride helping the truth ajust to the lies

Trying to stay sane in a world full of lies trying to exist with the peaces of what we once were before the time of the gods bef..

To exspell memory cannot be done it can only be withdrawn hidden away from aware but close to despear near the edge of reason ..

It is from the corner of your eyes that you smile it is from the corner of your eyes that you weep it is from the corner of your eyes..

When I look though these bars of your design when I feel the sun though the window blinds when I smell fresh air when you open the d..

We are what’s left of the civilizations that came before us we are what’s left of the ones who tried to make us proud we ar..

Mummy is it my fault I look like this no baby it's not your fault is it your fault then mummy partly baby partly ..

Is denile the only friend you have when you look in the mirror within the eye of your mind where your own personal demon ..

It is my eyes that tell me you look beautiful but my mind insists on knowing what lays beneath the chemicals that hang of..

Looking though these bars of your own disine wishfull thinking your only crime with sadness are these steps you take ..