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sad paradox

 hello, it's me again, well back to the start
feeling everything by heart despite being somewhat smart
but listen this is not about me anymore, I've stopped doing that
now listen, listen closely to the some facts that will be spat
in the coming lines, coming from the guy that has detached
himself form himself for the time being and let the voice that has hatched
speak for him, cause nobody wants to hear same rubbish again, that has dragged
on for so long so now listen to another voice, from the chaos format
"do you know that every person who has been shat
on will come back with a pile of anger that has been stacked
on for years to take back what he feels he should have had
when shit happened cause he cant accept the fact
that all the stats at that time was not meant for him to have what
he wanted but he will come to take what he feels he must have?
well now think what will happen if you multiply that in a magicians hat
with the variable that is equal to the hair that a cat
has and that will be the
number of people whose call
has never been heard, 
well some of them are just bored
but others are those who have been totally fucked
with lots in store to spit against the word
the one who has never been seen, never understood, yet always told
to fit in this world, always suppressed, always told that it is their fault
for being a bit different from what the other define as a normal world, but what hurt
have then been hiding inside their heart
does anybody knows or is everybody is mold
to be the person that the world think they deserve?
How many are there that just give up?
kill their dreams, stop emotions, loose control?
what would they do? what should they do? how can they blurt
the dreams hidden inside and not be abhorred?
or at least not be ignored
for being themselves, pushed to the outside, where they must form
their own dark group, gathering those alike, yet they cant form a home
when will the norms accept the ones who are not as they want to form?
well this is the question I have for those who want to reform,
the world that will you be able to make everyone accept other and kill their norm
if you say yes, then go shoo, i want you gone
cause by doing this, their sense of normality will be gone
and will mean that you will destroy a lot for the sake of a few homes.
what i want to say is that until shit naturally accepts the wallflowers, they will be torn
regardless of what you do, it has to come
slowly or the whole shit will cause a new chaos era to be born"

-Yakaa: Jujaan

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