Gasoline // joshler
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I wonder how the world was back then. Back when the people who run this world didn't make us live on gasoline... Back when people were free to be who they were and didn't worry that people hated them for who they truly were.
Well, in this society, we don't have a say in anything. We can't decide what we eat, what we will work as, who we will love, and in most cases, what we think. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the only one I know. As if I'm the only one who doesn't accept how society works.
But most times, I wonder if anyone feels as lonely as me...
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