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A form to start, A form to end, A stamp to prove, I can pretend; A signature, To make it true, A rule that says, “I own you too”; This isn’t bars, This isn’t steel, It’s paper walls, That still feel real; We trade our freedom, Day by day, For little comfort, And steady pay.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
The Cage of Paper
A form to start, A form to end, A stamp to prove, I can pretend; A signature, To make it true, A rule that says, “I own you too”; This isn’t bars, This isn’t steel, It’s paper walls, That still feel real; We trade our freedom, Day by day, For little comfort, And steady pay.
daniel-tabone
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
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