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My shadow has claimed no fires, I haven't stood tall enough for the right people to notice me, I kept living under siege prompting my body to forcefully lie resembled a dead body and nothing has been over the suppressing walls standing curved over ashes of what used to be a compassionate side. I'm as wild as a broken cat sitting on a sidewalk while a stormy night reflects head lights and street signs over a wet road constantly bursting with another drop of rain that smells more and more of of stone and piss. Should a god exist, he is truly not optimistic with evolution's turns. You're on hold, your potential has been sealed, ever since you realized obligations. While smart-enough individuals will have realized this by keeping their minds ahead, others will be learning the harder way. Nothing will be right to you so long as you expect the example to standing back to this oppression, all you'll feel is a told tale past it's prime while really, you're willingly working to a KO