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Society is like a turbulent river,
filled with people all fighting in their own way, People come and people go, Some just go with the flow, Others fight against the tide, We are destined to loose if we just stand aside. Friends are there, arms linked together, standing like a rock in the malestrom. United they stand, divided they are alone, divided they can be swept away. We stand...we invisible few, Stronger together than we could ever be alone, An area of calm scattered with deliberate chaos that can be turned off at will, People come and people go, we invisibles are here to stay.
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