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Dec 15, 2005 17:40

Im afraid of everything that i want...and i want an adventure. I dont want to be in the land of brave and free, free from poverty, but we have our own. Our homeless eat pigeons, while we have no idea of hard work.

I dont think i have ever been this fed up with people, while being fed up with myself.

I've always tried to prove strength in my own vein, but now i know the citizenship to land, to money, to strength, and love...is diminishing my strength. I have none...or it hasnt yet been presented. I have been force-fed, sheltered, and cared-for. I should not blame myself, these are all good things, but they are not life. Since when is their no fight to live, no dignity.

We flip burgers and talk of celebrities. We go home to our "crappy" apartments with central heating, refrigerators and television. We complain about our love-lives. We go to counciling because our fathers abused us. We help in the soup kitchen.

Oh i dont know what im talking about. We, servants to industrialized glory have our own fight for survival. Survival of the popular and wealthy. You will be morally slain before the flesh is dead.
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