Somewhere on Neptune

This earth is a floating prison captive confined closed in at every moment the blood from the cuffs clamped so tight onto our mind the sweat of our labor burns with frustration as it coats our eyes the grease from the machine drowning us slowly but surely. I wish for a better world a second chance full of inspiration not degradation a world of dreams where logical is illogical and this painful reality is just an illusion. where fear of rejection and failure is non existent because dreams all ways come true I yearn for this but after all it's unreasonable

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