And I want to scream.
Scream for all the wrong things in this world.
Explode into an air of colors would be the answer. But even then I'd be judged.
I feel my chest getting heavy from my breath and soul.
Trapped.
That's what I am.
Trapped.
Trapped in a small, stupid world. Surrounded by pieces of flesh that define me.
But my soul wants to run, I want to run.
Run and scream.
Find why I'm feeling such a big passion for life. Find the source of that passion.
Maybe find how to fix a small part of this world.
Show to people how many things there are to do, to live for.
I want to run, run with all the power I've got. But I'm so small.
Just an ant with a vision.
Trapped in a big world, full of empty souls.
And I can't do anything.
So I scream.
Scream in that small prison, that box , that cage I live in.
The world we call our home and we all live in.
Trapped there. Searching for a key while there's no lock.
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