I can't feel my heart beating - but I know it does.
It's moments like this when I've cut away and ran away and become anew, that I get figured out and knocked down once again.
I was a man's vision once. He wanted me to be his legacy. To bring back the life to those who were destroyed from the start. No matter how hard I try everyone feels alone behind closed doors and when they scream I just can't hear them. No one feels alive under the city streets, this just opens my eyes to what human life really means. A constant struggle to the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind. How can I carry on his legacy and renew the happiness in the streets if the media has me beat?
Telling everyone how to be/look/talk/walk/think/blink/sink/swim/live while feeding them sludge that will only ruin them in every way. Make them depressed and overweight.
This world cannot be saved by one - a revolution is needed and it's a fight for those of the greenest thumb.
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