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I fester in old fabrications of a life worth living. I fear i've become one of them, as i live my life as a part of the mass belief. Though it seems possibilities are dying, and monetary means are constantly swelling, my internal greed desires much more than to be a face without a name-- forgotten.

A silhouette of a burning farm with empty people inside. They stare back at you with hollow eyes. They're not born, they're built to worship enterprise. Soulless scoundrels. Heartless machines. These complications have no need.

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