Tolerance V2A Poem by Entrelesnuages
Our tolerance for pain, and for hate.
until someone cracks it’s all great. Maybe our sensitivity's gotten too big. We’re all f**s or w****s or chauvinist pigs. But I think we're talking a little too fast no more filter. Our brain just lets things past. no more consequences, cause and effect. Just take more drugs lose all self respect. I don’t even care about me let alone you but they aren't just names they're stereotypes
too. See to a retard it isn't just a name it becomes an identity, humiliation and shame If that’s how the world see me that how I see me
too If you hear a lie enough it starts to seem true. But at the end of the day we all have our
names they'll eat us up till they drive us insane leaving no remorse just more piercing pain © 2012 EntrelesnuagesReviews
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1 Review Added on May 29, 2012 Last Updated on May 29, 2012 AuthorEntrelesnuagesSan Francisco, CAAboutI was born in NYC but I live in San Francisco. I live to read and write a little bit of everything. My favorite book would have to be Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. I believe the secret of happines.. more..Writing
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