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May 4, 2016
By BethZ SILVER, Atlanta, Georgia
BethZ SILVER, Atlanta, Georgia
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The beauty in this existence is the lack thereof
The forged smiles
Fleeting pride
And feigned love
Because we are no worse than god
And no better than Luci
We are all Gandhi
Dying for a greater cause
That doesn't exist
Being remembered
As better than our heart really is
Our rotting minds pollute the air
the stench growing stronger every minute
This is it you say
One more is all you need
But you're wrong
Then before long
You're gone
And you finally see that there is no poetry in it
You were lied toyou
They yell "f*** you're feeling"
As you cry

Our existence is limited at best
Non-Existent at worst
So die
But not as you want to be remembered.

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