It seems as though the entire world is asleep; in a coma.
Blinded by ideological propaganda.
Fear.
Control.
A sense of belonging.
There is none.
Or there is only.
Human beings are of the same mind.
A collective.
Yet nobody understands another and everybody thinks they're alone.
You are.
You are alone.
Until you open the door.
And they let you in.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 4:47 PM UTC
It seems as though the entire world is asleep; in a coma.
Blinded by ideological propaganda.
Fear.
Control.
A sense of belonging.
There is none.
Or there is only.
Human beings are of the same mind.
A collective.
Yet nobody understands another and everybody thinks they're alone.
You are.
You are alone.
Until you open the door.
And they let you in.
They never will.
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