We are prisoners, if not puppets

People grew up believing
that love is a many wondrous
thing, it can move mountains. It
is something you can’t fully (under)
stand but it is all you need.
The thick, picture less books would
simply say that love is merely
frequency and proximity between
people. Society has exist for so long
it is difficult to know what things
are and what we want things to be.
We are prisoners, if not puppets
of the systems. People will die
a better death if at an early age
they start to learn chapters of
sociology with poetry in between.


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