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removing stains

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haze perpetuated � �
�creates �
"safety" �
�how could anyone � �
possibly know �
�I`m ablaze ? �
� �
unfortunately �
�its turning out � �
NOT to be � �
�a phase �
it`s a constant �
�sweet and sour state �
of slightly uplifted � �
�I actually exist �
and painfully irate �
� �
am I crazy? �
�insane �
in the membrane? �
�maybe, but ain't �
you and me �
�pretty much �
the same? �
� �
�its mostly those �
tragically � �
�unaware �
that they're �
�seriously impaired �
who climb �
�our cruel �
uncomfortable �
�societal �
stares �
� �
�what is it �
that prevents �
�THE RAGE �
from bleeding � �
�into every conversation? �
every attempt �
�to mediate? �
every situation �
�featuring � �
participation? �
� �
�why am I � �
not armed with cleaver �
�on this occasion? �
releasing stress �
�by instilling �
some primal fear �
�and causing �
several amputations? �
� �
where are the chains �
�forcing me � �
to refrain �
�from completing �
heinous acts �
�of opening � �
veins �
�delighting � �
in seeing �
�Intelligence: �
disease � �
�on highest � �
evolutionary scale �
�harmlessly drain �
return from whence �
�it came � �
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