I'm a square, a dot, a molecule smaller than air.
My brain occupies a big part of my body.
My nerves control my thoughts and affiliations.
Currently, my hands are shaking to the rhythm of the music.
My eyes close to the inner beatings of my heart.
Control everywhere, everything is being controlled.
Why do we have freedom if we can't free ourselves?
What is freedom anyways? Aren't we free already?
We don't have strings pulling us or telling us to stay.
We are slaves to money and commodity.
Fighting for freedom is like fighting over a dead dream.
Refugees and rich classes gather together to survive.
I can help anything around me when you are not around.
Stop being scared. Time passes by fast when you think.
Let the waters heal you with its force and resentment.
Open your mouth while you scream loud enough to make you faint.
Fall down into the earth.
Bond, commit, suicide.
Try to define what's good and bad.
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