Out to adapt

The walls are  the heavy rhythm of clicking steel locks that claim to own the space where  the hours that bleed into a mapped territory of a manys of thoughts, the wide geography of the mind dream to think ,lost couldn't be in the stylistic of the just being raised now here wanders in the profile communications ( past the wire) grew to be more heard of now by skeptics ( its annoying) 
These noids ( lucky for them ) interacting with ,now an again 
Adapting to this social style that tries to adapt to mines in reality I'm just maintaining the balance  within thy self, know them as they know me more ,they should keep to there  self, suppose  my circumphrences built me wiser than to notice, 
Would you question,(nah) days time past instill day too has a hunger that bread cannot satisfyit craves the reach of history the complexity of sciencethe rhythm of verses that tell of freedom
Education paper and inturning in the lock of a dormant mind is something know too in knew opened in the dim light the ceiling dissolves into a canopy of stars and the small cell expands into a university of ideas where logic in the dark  by the judgment of the guards or the label stamped upon a file. 
Humanities 
The dignity is not a privilege ,
Nor is to be broken down
The future we taint is work progressed damaged
 granted by irony, and it remains deteriorating when everything is taken.
Is less of more progress 
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Recommendations could be  knowing  the spark within is ancient, a flame that feeds on truth and wonder is longer not refusing to be extinguished by the weight of silence The dilemmas ,
learn is to reclaim ,how,when is of many  an unfolding story that refuses to reach its final chapter.designed a universe in motion,
The intellect does not recognize the boundary of the  sores above the yard, tracing the path of the birds searching for the horizon that exists long after the lights are turned down low  more than the sum of our mistakes more than some of
It takes, knowledge to ignite the place of  the mind to  travel through the doors of perception oof no judgements, i am what ,in no question,absorbent of manys of cultures and the interest in with the mind is it, this is in no question the experience you will know at that moment,what life is in the just, adapted  to an be known for thy name is and stepping out into a world where the intellect is the only key that truly sets the spirit free.
Speak the truth in every measured word by a false light stretches far beyond any mind though not could I 
Them now f ememerith not
Of, those faces that blurred into the distance of convincing supposed individual is what they assume to be and has to be for the story they hide into the future,swindled and lost through these passing years of purposes 
How do to prehinder of them carried a cold fire in their thirst for evening  scores eliminated souls and to tear down what was built, within of those to being not to be any longer for these eliminators of believing that pain given is power regained to their own souls that they threw away empty lifeless in no cause but for themselves to feel a sense of life again
The paranoia of the masked animation cannot come to grips of themselves to be human  again,the emptiness takes a toll,( then suddenly)
?( FUCK) CONVERSATIONS GROW IN THE SURROUNDING OF THEN THEY MUST KNOW OF SOMETHING  THST HAVE I DONE ( FUCK THAT) 
And re re re re repeating the pair I can't any longer claim, this is in thought now, should I, ( no you shouldnt)
These people  of the untold can't explain themselves so throwing the attention elsewhere humiliation is great, the greater they are the more is covered of an ego that lies  upon the self , and as it began,it's exhausting
And this  Truth 
I know and can't  explain ,it needs to be said, and you know where they are , can't have that so the  revenge i does to the self ,if any sensible individual doesn't; it does  only the intended hand. To conflict anymore ,Til they find the core of the truth,abuse continues
It bleeds into stains of  the names of those who shared their life with more  blood turning kin into strangers and turning the warmth of a home into a room where silence grows teeth nightly
When you sow bitterness in your own garden you cannot expect the harvest to be sweet.a single spiteful act reaches out to touch the ones whom loved ,now to be  isolating them until the air grows less between us thin until the capacity to hold another is  the turmoil of your own making.
Look at the record you leave behind a map of true achievement or a ledger of calculated statistical charts of the  injuries within your own mind accumulated in a learned psychological destruction that can't be controlled?
 (Quick question, are you in or are you out?)
Personally, in my opinion, be here…
Can't  promise a future but theirs an abundance of inspiration everywhere to build on a foundation of sand. 
( hey,least it's partially stable,
Imagine building something for years,then, )
The love you wanted to share is stunted by the weight of your choiceswithered before it could ever bloombecause you cannot extend an open hand when your fist is clenched in anger.
The spirit of a people rises only when the individual clears the debris only when we stop measuring the depth of the wounds we inflict and start counting the strength that has far more abilities than the found truth we dare to keep.
Gracias

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