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Toilet Literature
Freiheit lebt wo egoismus stirbt
Look at the door and see a maze
Each path to lead
To a different story, to another riddle,
Who was here before and why that sticker
Dirt and piss, my red eyes, this smell,
Underground is where you read this entry,
These walls hold so many stories;
Fascinated by their different pasts and targets,
Goals and virtues, saddening moments,
You are at the same place, you are with them,
Their messages catch you, hear them,
Because
Freiheit lebt wo egoismus stirbt.
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