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You ever feel like your days are being robbed from you

And you could do so much more

Or even less and be content with it

As long as you're satisfied with your production

I feel like my whole life has been an induction training

And it's not forced upon you.

I keep on waiting to finally get there but it always seems as if I'm just postponing shit.

Or circumstances keep on postponing shit into a perpetual sequence that's quite annoying in truth.

All your energy is spent

But you're convinced you're doing this all for your savings

Only satisfaction you gain is from a position well filled

With a lingering thought of it potentially yielding to nothing.

The umbrella of security does so well to keep you in

Because everyone is so scared of being covered in fear- only belief can suppress that. Or knowledge. But we lack that so the fore is comfortable.

It's dystopian

We're forced to reject our nature

Propaganda has been our dopamine

To the point that an alternative source doesn't seem to be appealing enough. "Poorly packaged"

See a red herring and want to take a picture. It's like all we really do is marvel at our fucked up fixtures

Become transfixed in them and just remain. Fearing to commit to the struggle of getting out.

All we do is let our thoughts win.

We figure it out but don't know what fabric to use to materialize the facet

So we buy what everyone else does since it's the latest fashion

Draped in insecurity

Until it drowns you into a state of isolation - they've dubbed it "depression"

But you don't want no life raft, too proud to need help

We burn an sos and claim that we can save ourselves.

Becoming convinced that the ashes result from nobody loving you

While in actual fact your self-love is delusional

You lit the flame for now we only know it's real when it's synonymous with pain, our perception diluted in gasoline

Weaker and weaker it becomes until we've all completely assimilated into this inexorable inferno that encapsulates a mislead generation.

And aren't we all merely figments of our circumstances? Products of our dispositions, we pre drink cause now it's prerequisite

Death by design as long as the masses approve

Inebriated to feel safer than sober thoughts? No, we know not of why we do, it's all banana experiment, it's all deja vu

Echo the power of belief.

Believe to be inert until chemicals galvanize our urges. Believe it to be corporate until chemicals galvanize our humanity.

Apparently.

That's how me ultimately feel better. Stimulate reality with virtuality. We only know one because the other exists. Or does it?

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