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humanity
humanity; where a slate seems never clean; where a day doesn't end without narratives and schemes;
bells and whistles; like playing catch with dogs and frisbees; can save a lot on stress when the "calls" aren't "received"; it's nearly impossible to be low-key;
and perhaps it's better not to "know"things just as it is to believe the good or the bad with this tiring species; every word that is spoken, or any single deed, doesn't go unnoticed-just recycled in this "machine"
sincerely, a tired, fed up "human being"
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