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"We are conditioned to this prison, the walls of our world.
The illusion of free will, the illusion of control."

For we never are in complete control of ourselves;
Time is invisible yet so clear and unsure.
Occasionally stopping for a brief moment just to prove what it is.
We war against ourselves each day.
Trying to be who we aren't, who we were never meant to be,
Pulling each other apart one day at a time. Till there is nothing left,
except a fragmented picture of who we could have been.

Who we should have been.

But, time cares for nothing and no one. Its faithful to its purpose.
Time becomes everything, inconsiderate, indifferent, merciless
and yet subtle, hidden all around us. Making fun of us.
Moving only one way. Away from us. Escaping us.