I, Standing here
a human of a growing age
an age where computers think for you
and humanity no longer has a voice
sees the fruits of reality
I feel consequence in my skin
the sensation of guilt
I feel the insanity of the mind
of which visions of sin
endanger my mind
I stand here,
a slave but an individual
A cold breeze hits me
the leaves of guilt fly off
and all is left is the blessing of the sun
I see the world
for what it is
alone and cold
reality truly frightening
LeeShin Community Member 
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