On Power Fuck the world. The sorrows are plenty and sadly my efforts to defend myself always seem futile. It never wants me to find solutions, just to suffer.I believe life is more than that, though the patterns of life don’t seem to agree. I sleep and fight, to eat and fight, just to do it all over again. I’m exhausted. But not dead. Others are foolishly blind.They are not free and neither am I. They don’t know.

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