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~Mira I want to leave. Not just the room, Not just the noise. I want to leave everything. This pressure. These expectations sewn into my skin. They weren’t mine… But I carry them like birthmarks. Sometimes... Sometimes I wonder Would death be peace? Would silence be better than this noise? But then I breathe. And breathing is defiance. Because this world, this stupid world Built on paper. Paper with dead men’s faces. Paper that decides whether I eat, or beg, or break. Capitalism. The god we didn’t choose but still worship. The game we’re born into without knowing the rules. Our parents? Victims before us Simply Handing us the chains that were handed to them Teaching what they were taught. Study, Graduate, Suffer, Smile. Say “thank you” to the system Even as it cracks your spine in half. It’s all a cycle. A loud, cruel, grinding machine. And we, We are the gears. Forced to turn. Forced to burn.