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it's a bitter kind of apathy
which is resigned to defeat
and gives you a dependency
on an absence of any belief
realizations of ones frailty
inherent within until death
there is no wish to be free
the bonds are too familiar
grown accustomed to cruelty
loving it more than freedom
reflected, portrayed bodily
in tired bones, a weak heart
this is a hatred of humanity
to be so coupled with all
deigning to be individual
in a mass produced creation.
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