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Release and cords
Retreat?
Really?
After all I fought for?
All these years for nothing.
I see capitulation in their eyes.
The ones who called themselves
Rebels and activists.
Is that me anymore,
Fighting against a whole world,
Stopped by their own panic?
I see my place not here,
Maybe somewhere in space,
Somewhere on another planet
Where "humans" are no sheep
And individuality is normal.
Excluding no...
Thursday 12th March 2020 10:10 pm

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