Keep watching, refreshing, doing nothing. Keep buying shit to replace what meant something. Stalking old friends hoping they found a way out. I’m not fooled, we’re all sad actors. Images of war knowingly scrubbed clean. Other people’s children, other people’s skin. Knowledge your birthright apathy your sin. Blood and sweat forgotten & foreign. When we step out, into the sun, legs shaking we’ll be free. Holding out hope. Please take it and drag me back to a real world.
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