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Reality?


There was a way the west was born some say out of gun slingers,malice and gold,some say there was a way the south was freed from ignorance and hatred and unjust views just as the north was freed from a tyrannical grip of a gluttonous worm we thought would go extinct..childs dreams told by childish minds never to awake to a world so cold,cruel and dark sleep in peace and be at ease while you lay in bed and the worms have their feast.
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