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All day and all night it's overstimulation. We forget what is right in the American Nation. We are focused on likes, and clothes, and faces, but not the real stories or the people in those places. We've seen enough ugly, but add to the fire. When we ignore all the beauty and call it a liar. We ignore the sad people who are really in need , and blame it on upbringing , region, or weed. When we look into issues , when we dig way down deep, its hard to swallow the truth that we seek. The pretty one is hungery, the pretty one is poor, how will she ever pay her bills? Is nothing ever sure? The chubby one is lazy, the chubby one's depressed, how can nobody ever see his brain is all a mess? We work all day and play all night, but what is it we have in sight? A meaningless being? A tragic new mess? Why are you afraid of just giiving your best? A new day is dawning, it's never too late, to change our whole outlook, to change someone's fate.So keep moving forward, learn something new. When you help someone else out, you're really helping you.

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