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I cant breathe,
Strangling.
Where is my meaning?
Am I a disease?
Is life just a tease?

I see the people pass;
They’re zombies.
Brain dead gathered in mass;
Empty bodies;
Its the consumer class.

I’m supposed to be one of them?
That’s sleaze.
Am I condemned?
I cant appease;
I will not pretend.

No room to breathe,
I’ll suffocate;
And I’ll accept my fate.
Ill be that disease;
If it means my life will be free.

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