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It's Your House

The freedom
to be
can only grow
from within
the fire
that one allows
to burn low
within
the broken spine
of your
Empathy
While your mind
stops the wheels
of your chair
Of Misery
in your house of fears
to switch on
your T.V
to happily clap
at the Continuously
Repeated
History
Of Your Life
Of Confusion
Of Being
What You
Were Never Designed
To Be


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