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White picket fences seem far with all other expenses taking over my wallet. They propose a better future, but, I will not fall for their tricks. Because they wish to mute our voices, and control our choices. When it’s our own volition to pick where we put our bills. If I can’t have stability, I will blow it all on cheap thrills to dull my mind’s capacity. And hope they won’t cast more lies to try to blind our eyes yet again. I refuse. I won’t let it work on me.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
When will the lies end?
White picket fences seem far with all other expenses taking over my wallet. They propose a better future, but, I will not fall for their tricks. Because they wish to mute our voices, and control our choices. When it’s our own volition to pick where we put our bills. If I can’t have stability, I will blow it all on cheap thrills to dull my mind’s capacity. And hope they won’t cast more lies to try to blind our eyes yet again. I refuse. I won’t let it work on me.
If you can’t trust the people and systems that are supposed to protect you, can you really trust anything you hear, or see?
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23/F/stuck in my head.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
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