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I'll have garlic instead of onion Choice less-ness is a transgression heaped upon the young. Most times it appears that there is none. Ignorant of option, untutored in personal courage taking the easy way source is their only recourse. Much later it's proven to cause their demise. Death of their dreams, and individual greatness where each day thereafter becomes plain faced. Everything they are is smothered, and hidden away. And bleakly life moves on ceaselessly. Unrelenting in its cruelty of swindling them of their purpose and joy, the reason they exist has all been missed. It all fades away like a puff filled gray, cloud. |
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