This atmosphere is carving away my true existence, Diminish me, I am my own enemy, There is no alliance, There is no escape, Freedom is a state of mind, I’m forever looking in the wrong places, Can I find the real me? What is perfection?, Who are you to say what it is?, Do I have the right to decide what is proper?, And to judge one by these ideals? I’m not real, I have no control, You have no freedom Knowledge is power, Power to decide, Culture is a barrier, It controls you, Stand up for what you believe , Don’t be easy, You are behind enemy lines, You are in a crazy game called life, Chaos all around you, Don’t drop your guard, Seek control within, Manipulate your surroundings, Blend in, Be free in your own mind You are your only friend, Find salvation, Don’t fall into the material dimension, Never let others know who you really are, Be yourself in your mind only… I need help, I’ve fallen in battle, Pick me up, Cure me, Let me be, Alter my perception, Change me I am numb, I have no feelings, I’m the significant other, I’m the blind ant under your foot, I don’t exist, I don’t believe, What is the meaning of life?, There is no real me… Towards my last days I lose all hope, I have no regrets, I have no fear, I let myself go, Extinguish my essence, Let my soul be free, For now I have freedom… The dice has been rolled, An infant is born, No thoughts, No idea, freeBirth sign: Aries
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