September 7, 2014
By cheekything, Camas, Washington
cheekything, Camas, Washington
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We are born; we grow, we live, we die. And after that death we leave behind a wandering ghost of regrets, thoughts, and voices that have gone unsaid after years of enduring the same mundane tasks over and over again with blank smiles on our faces, supporting the regime of those above us. A shadow. A suppressed scream, yearning to fly away but chained down to our long-rotted hearts. This is the legacy of the billions of humans born; who grow, who live, who die. The quest of the youth is to avoid this fate, and the quest of the adult is to make amends.

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