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I've noticed people have become increasingly obsessed with what they can get and they tend to only worry about how things effect them. If this wasn't true there wouldn't be as much pain in the world as there is. And you can't tell me that's not true. So much of what goes on now is motivated by greed. The broken chiled the battered wife all cause some as*hole didn't get what he wanted. All the pain and all the suffering sometimes gets to me and it's all too much to bear. I feel it all and it feels like it's my sole duty to do something about it cause I look around and no one else seems to care. And this could actually go into abortion to and I know I'm in for a earful with this comment. But it is all about this same sh*t. The mother doesn't "want" the child, so she has it killed. And maybe there are circumstances that prevent her from taking care of it but she knew the risks when she got involved with someone. If they fill that they can not care for the child the way that it deserves to be cared for then they can put it up for adoption, and find someone that can give it all it needs and deserves. The way kids are being brought up today is pretty pathetic. The majority of the parents out there aren't fit to be parents. The beat and f*ck their kids. They exploit them in attempts to get money from the goverment or they keep them around to show them off for a temp. self-esteem boost. And it leaves the kids feeling so unwantedm, like a mistake. We've grown up feeling like a generation with no soul, no purpose, a generation that's been f*cked and raped of everything that we had and everything we deserved. Sometimes I wonder if I'm enough, or if I've done enough and will I be remembered. Have I done enough to earn my spot in history? All the sh*t they we take and we'll never be good enough. All the propaganda and conditioning we go through to get to what we've become and still we're not enough. Well f*ck you and f*ck your standards, who are you to tell me who I should be. Who are you to judge the things I've seen. People will say they love you without even have seen a glimpse of who you really are. All the sh*t you've seen and the things you've done that you hope never surface and are brought to people's attention. Will we ever be free from these walls that we've put up, can we find a way over them and see what's waiting for us or will we spend our lies inseide this prison you've built for us. A prison of lies, broken promises, and flase hopes. The walls we build you'll never see cause more than likely you don't even know me. You might think you do, but really do you even care and if so why do you care? You can't get anything out of it. What sets you apart from the rest of mankind? Am I insane and are all these doubts and all these fears all in my head, is this the prison that was built for me, or is what I'm seeing the truth and we're just not doing a f*king thing