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::: Nothing Really Matters :::

We look but don’t see the big or small,
we yell and few of us even hear the call. If a tree tumbles
can we perceive the fall we think we know to profess it all. But nothing really matters.
A baby cries its mother turns her head, next door a man is left in a alley way for dead, the worst has taken on the form of dread as a twelve year to proud to realize she is being mis-lead as her legs are bent behind her head, cause nothing even matters
No make-up no identify, we fight for nothing that can set us free, we learn and scramble lake a pack of bee’s, but what does it matter if we live in a monopoly-where is the key that brightens our eternity, if we lost focus on what’s controlling you and me. Nothing really matters...Nothing really matters...

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