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Have a thought for the deads

Midnight skies, a white moon above them. Maybe a couple cigarettes, or a joint i'm not really sure. But by these nights you need smoke gently comming out of your lungs and going to reach the moon. Because you wont. It's funny or depressing how you always stay on your space rock and never get to go anywhere else. You'll always stay on the same literally shitty soil. Resigned to live under an economic regime that dictate what you will like, find cool, dislike, hate. An economic system that choose to help or not help you, and people with disabilities know that it rarely choose to help you. So they will let you die. If you're dead you can't show the flaws of that system anymore. Because humans are now meant to produce, to work. But if you can't work you're not seen as a human. This goes with any ideology that sees work as the way you're meant to live. From fascists to social democrats they want you the alcoholic to be dead rather then have to pay you food, to invest in a psycatric hospital or more efficient way to help you. At best you'll stay 3 weeks at an hospital where they'll give you pills. And then they'll say "good luck, you better start working now!". And then it's okay for a couple years at best and you fall and everyone hope that time you'll die. That's especially the same thing with depression, and the other psychological "disorder" they'll call it being crazy. you scare them. Yea we're monster, because we're seen like that. So what are we gonna do now? Well i'm gonna party as hard as i can but that's not the point (it could be tho) . The logical thing to do is to kill yourself, right ? I can't answer. Honestly the right thing to do is to overthrow this system, break it, change all the philosophical beliefs that's behind it. But how to do that, no that's not really the right question, why should it be to the victims that are already tierd the fuck out their souls have to do it ? It' like if you ask a person on a wheeling chair to build all by themselves a ramp next to a stair.  You're not in right to judge someone that just decided to leave the ship, and now the ship is slowly sinking lmao. So have some respect and acknowledge the struggle that it was to do the step. And think about them with love, because you won't be happy if you hate them. Have a time for yourself, have a thought about the deads.


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