Stupidity, politics,
The calm exterior belies a seething pit of human detrious.
The right to call oneself a person - once an automatic response - is now called in to question. The minute your foot is set inside the door, your fate is sealed.
No salvation, living from heartbeat to heartbeat, from hope to hope - ever just a peripheral glimmer, waking dream, a lost reflection in a murky pond, a drop in the ocean.
Where does it end? Where did it begin?
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