No compassion as I pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief.
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Disappointment slaps me in the face, I lose my ability to speak.
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This thoughtless acceptance, this absolute horror.
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And now I watch it pull you in.
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Eyes once filled with passion,
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existing for the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect.
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Morals decay, I turn and walk the other way in rage
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but never forgetting how easily you turned into what I hate.
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The Effect Of Departure From Ideal Proportion
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| This Day Forward |
