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Wall


Your texture reminds the heavens that there is still Hell on earth at birth I bet you were brainwashed to think being squared was a bad thing on a circular surface we invaded that consist of multiple shapes there's the narrow minded triangles the open but closed minded circles and the perfectly unbalanced squares they say will never fit in but why assimilate with a race that will never catch up with the sands of time so their beliefs revolve around a sun that was discovered by a square but reverted and altered into a rectangle that they use to keep order exactly how is this working out for these shapes because if our views are in different qualities seeing the bigger picture in high definition impossible when the observer pays more details to the smaller details in the canvas painted with the caption big bang but the artist remains unknown so knowing exactly how they wanted you to interpret it creates a stalemate that comes into play which one day makes Pandora's box open to and make Eve eat the apple from the tree and have a square take the L for everyone so exactly what does being a different shape have to do with anything is that the old heads that created the ideas that soon manifested into philosophies into the minds of the shapes raising this new collection to the world will soon disappear like the memories of a young child let's admire the time of being alive and have life paint color onto the canvases of socialization to create the phoenix to burn in others and rises with others but we all seem to let the green monster to make us bring each other down like the Berlin wall when will this Iron curtain rise from our hearts and open our minds to life?
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Spacebowarrow
Who are you? Are you real? Or another assimilated alliance to be at peace with oneself because I am human.. to still be able to appreciate the world through the ... . Well.. who are you? <3 thankyou for validate, and compfort.

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