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Life itself is obscenely absurd-
Just like cattle we're riled and stirred
We're creating the rituals,
To become individuals
To end up only walking in herd
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Marysol Vida
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper to sink into it in the black ink of their blood
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