The Vacuum
Why allow to be controlled by the master puppeteers?
We are all letting our very souls get consumed & sucked up
from people that could care less about us. Like a vacuum, it is
their goal to grab every single little particle that they can get a hold of.
We need to grow legs & arms & run away as fast as we can
& never look back. We should be those particles that float
up into the sky & become one with all humanity, earth, & life.
Don't ever get stuck inside the vacuum, but if you ever do,
there's always a way out.
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