Thank you for this window
Into our warped, depraving group mind
Welcome to the world of “my”
My documents, my space, my tunes, my computer, my outlook, my contacts
But is it really mine
I share it with the world
Saw this coming down
This terminal disease of myosis
My economy in shambles
My children have no chance
And this sick, illusive possession of ours
My shadow till I die
My death
My, my, my
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