CornBread

By djrobsturntable

Incognito

We were not supposed to be there. Our nervousness controlled or heart rate while our consciousness tried to subdue our ethics. We search for ways to believe in our objective but no excuse feels right. We are stuck with superficial attempts at a losing moral battle.
Be the change you want to see in the world?
Perhaps I'll begin tomorrow.

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