Anywhere But Here...
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Last published Mon, Jul 16, 2012
You may think this is a typical end of the world meets George Orwell’s '1984' story but no, there's something more hiding behind the surface. The stock market crashed, the world was in debt until they came...The Company.
But how did this all happen? How did it all come to shit? How they hell did they manage to get control of the world? Why is living now like being on Big Brother where you're followed by camera everywhere you go? It's like follow the rules or be hunted down.
That's what I'm doing, I'm running. Me and my friends...And we'll never stop.
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