Human
What is the truth? It sets the line between others. I am not whom the rest ought to approve. The soul is empty because it's colors might be different. To think of guilt to be alive this way... now that's bullshit. It knows of what has become. Look deep within and find out what you're made of. You think it's the same as before but it's far from the answer. I see you with the heavy attitude a bad boy... it's a facade... you're full of shit. and you tell me to look hard? There's no problem... fuck that. Just the wrong solution. You show, not prove... of what you're made of. That is real. That is the truth.
    Copyright 1998 Mike San Juan
 
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