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Rats


This society

forces us

to live like rats

in the darkness. 

However,

those with

enough 

power 

or money,

can walk in the sun

without a care in the world.

Of course once the rats

begin to beg

the shiny folks start to care. 

They use their shiny money

to hire shiny exterminators,

to keep their shiny houses shiny, 

and their pretty families safe. 

But who am I to judge?

Of course I am only 

a rat.

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ztstevens

among these pages you may find the hidden secrets of my mind and should you care to journey on bring a long a bit of song, for in these pages you will find the darkest secrets of my life

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