waking

  • DMDR

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    My back hurts.Hands are restless.Watching the people with their dead eyes.White picket fences.Pigs waiting to be slaughtered.Programmed by greed and ignorance.When will you see?We are bombing children!Billionaire men are fucking them!The water is poisoned.The air is thick.Stop driving.Stop working.Just STOP.I’m made to sit quiet.And bleed,And suffer,Hambre de alma.The tortured soul.Broken by those who were meant…

  • Good Morning

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    The waking is the hardest partWake up! Its morning again.Feel the dread,of who you might upset today.Even though you are trying.So hard.So, so hard.But you won’t ever be able to do it.They broke you, remember?You’re not like them.You won’t ever be.And the people who broke you don’t care.Nor will they ever.As if existing wasn’t lonely…