No more tears, the shampoo bottle said, while people die of hunger and feed on hope. Intellectual freedom now has a price. There used to be refuge in the thought that things might change, but they already have.
People stutter as they walk. They talk, but they say nothing. They speak, but their words are devoid of any meaning.
There is, however, silence. There's still some light being shed on the equation; we have our dreams- [and yet, there is no time to sleep].
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