They tell you life is what you make it, as they tie the noose around your neck and they slowly push you over the edge and chock the life out of you. So they can make you into the shape they want you to be. And if you fight back, you a problems and they beat you down, until there is nothing lefted but a empty shell of a man. Then they tell you, that you have reach the top. But it’s a lie, you are a puppet for there enjoyment
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I would like to translate this poem
well. i get your point.... deep... but we should fight at least fight ourselves. fight the pain... fight the negative things....... to survive.... to enjoy life, we need to fight that when we win we will feel find the enjoyment we want....