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Help me in this situation,I get complacent when I see these imitations. But my creativity shouldn't have this limitation, so I don't realize that I'm in the same boat on this lotus river chasin', a dream it seems to be complete and it beams a ray of light and I scream that I can create. but I waste time and I just contemplate, how I can demonstrate what we can do for our generations to generate, but I meditate on it for too long, nothing gets strong, and I am stuck on this land for too long, being surrounded by these aliens It all seems wrong, It's like they took my from my home. I have arguments with myself to become better with my captors, I study their ways while they sit and watch in laughter. I purchase their byproducts and hope that thereafter, I will become a part of their chapter. I am too far from home in this new world. I am infatuated by the granulated, paper with ideas that I always hated. I mean look, My warden was the one who made it. Now I look at myself with the utmost hatred. The dolls I pick show which sides my favorite. I look at what they call "entertainment." I realize I'm sick and I take their medication. I'm too far from home, I know that I am so efficient, but there is a huge leash on me that they call religion. And it has seriously clouded my vision. This picture on my wall governs how I'm living. I'm too far from home. I'm a world apart. Who are they? Well I ask where do I start? I guess while I'm here I will make this art. To try and buy my ticket to the land of my heart.