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My once colorful world has turned white washed, bleached by the weathering of hatred. My soul cries out, but I stay silent to only shed tears on the outside. Does anyone else see what this fake world of colors bring. It brings plastic mechanics nothing here is real. Oh, how I long for a truth somewhere in this life someone help me there must be an innocent soul yet untouched by the world of corruption. Alas, If I were to find them I would indeed ruin them with simple words... Indeed they would fall and I would be to blame again.