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Apathy


it cannot it's shivering and timid and clamoring and there and puddled and huddled. it cannot. pouting and loudly around it cannot. mostly it's shared but also it's mine Apathy plagues the shoulder of it all then digs it's claws, and gnaws, and paws. gushing deep and flowing free it cannot. it shouldn't last, when it hurts but we make it last, scabbed and scarred it burns. WHY DON'T THEY CARE have a cause, know your rights, reach out if trickle down the ideals of now, the future will be sloths.
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