I killed my wishes and tore out my heart's desire. Ended my screaming at the gain of being comfortable enough to sell myself at the Slaveauction. And I gave up as I gave into all the have to's, the must do's. All slogans we succumb to. Barely alive I don't recognise my features as human anymore. I might as well be dead. I feel raped by all the must do's, all the have to's. All we succumb to. I'll define your apathy with the exact same word you use to categorise my thinking as childish and spoiled. Because it bites me at night when sleep won't seduce me and dreams refuse to lie. It could be different. Not another worthless, meaningless day. Let's grant this culture its deathwish. One word silently whispered between my lips: freedom.

Waking up is hard to do, when you’re not waking up to your own life, but falling asleep to a life you don’t want. Then why get up at all? - “because you have to!” wage slavery my ass. The right to work!? Rather the right to unemployment!


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