FUCKED BEYOND
If you sing, they’ll cut your tongue, But if we all sing, they'll be undone. Together, we’re divine, Yet unity's a dream confined. Each mind, a fragile shard of glass, Opinions tangled, fleeting, vast. If only we, like ants, could bind, Building a colony, perfect and kind. Together, strength in quiet grace, A world united, a single space.
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