Give me sight so I can see. Give me air so I can breathe. Overcome anxiety. I have no mouth and I must scream.
Breaking down. Artificial barriers.
Revolution means so little without absolve. Undermining circumstance leads to dissolve. Open mouth. Fate in hand. A gleam of chrome. A flash of red.
Diffuse these thoughts inside my head.
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