to live in a household like 1984

coherent words are a chore

doublespeak is the inevitable dialect

i am winston, i dissent and neglect

thought police! stop knocking on my door

i dont want to settle this score

please let me be

or else i’ll have to flee

big brother what youre doing is wrong

i must remain calm and be strong

at times i falter and fall

at times i feel small

i bawl

i crawl within myself to escape it all

in the end, i face my fate

i can no longer think straight

2 + 2 = 5

i am not alive

a walking corpse

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