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[Nov. 8th, 2016|10:25 am] |
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i am not a wild animal. i am domesticated. my blood and spirit are too refined to withstand the world's darwinian trophy battles. i admit it. it generates much disdain, because the "fight in the dog" has quit. there is no medal for the weak or ineffectual. who will be with those spirits that are fading? who will accompany the terrors of those whose flames are flickering their last? no one. especially if articulation is absent, and they are left to scream and shiver with pain. spasms and shock. remorse for a life they never could have had, because they weren't smart enough, weren't strong enough, didn't have enough money or time, never got to that window of opportunity. never found someone who cared for them as much as they cared for their own plight. the sun sets on another day and the moon rises. all is lost. |
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