They are conspiring.
They know something...they feel something...but they just won't tell us. Call it pragmatic, but they want everything confined in their puny little brains, away from the creative digestion of the people surrounding them. They know it can harm us, but their thoughts are devoured by their motives.
I cannot entertain these thoughts anymore. I have been exposed to your subliminal coercion, and I am tolerating it. I am tethered in your manipulation, say, a 5-km radius. I cannot go far.
You are wrong. To borrow a stranger/friend's term...I can dream..even it doensn't turn real.
Do you belong to them, dear?
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