Now I see
Censorship
Mind control
Thought policing
I can never go back
Owned
And contained
I want to go back
I verify their belief in lies
Speaking truth
I create them
A tool for domination
“It just me against the world”
Born to lose
In a rigged game
Bleeding for hope…
Alone
MindWorld 
Ashley, I like your poem The Feels. It somehow speaks to me about the crazy time we find ourselves in. Nothing seems normal anymore, a world turned upside down.
The mountains outside my window shrug their shoulders and seem to say: it has nothing to do with us. And the trees and the wind and the pure white snow too, watch in awe us Beings pulling this insane disaster over ourselves. Which Way Back? In silence they shout their answer.
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