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Self Saturation
The Minds Wandering
The Eyes Shut
The feeling of terror
in our collective guts.
Scampering about in a sphere shaped cell,
Screaming for freedom and for dreams we yell.
Roaming the earth like blind rats,
We are so sure that were right
But we waste our lives.
The Eyes Shut
The feeling of terror
in our collective guts.
Scampering about in a sphere shaped cell,
Screaming for freedom and for dreams we yell.
Roaming the earth like blind rats,
We are so sure that were right
But we waste our lives.
Published 3rd Dec 2015
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