The daily grind of life: rain, commute, floods, traffic. All designed to make drones out of humans, machines out of man. Ghosts too tired to fly, let alone run. We trudge on, until all the lies we’ve ever been told become white noise –ears deaf, eyes shut, heart weak.

(when was the last time i thought about anything)

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