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Sheeple

Tired haven't thought of a name just wanted to write to a few thousand people one of you will answer how they aren't a sheeple words are my sword and seems noone hears me loud enough im a writer not a talker read your damn messages to understand my plan is simple, there will never be one too many days with too few hours sleepy, talking in my sleep watching all the silly people bopping hopping around, count them, damn now you see it... sheeple following orders and schedules letters to teas, appointments and knees trees are bowing and silent but still seem more interested in whats really going on deep dark down on a simple surface of know- ledges too? yea Im tired, maybe asleep wait! Am I dreaming of you?

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