I’ve seen the factory
Where the people were produced
Other selves to be themselves
With love and hate, with anger and smile
With happiness and sadness
And even with confusion, and lies
I’m not the one of their victims
There must be anyone else
I’ve realized that I’m not alone
Now I know, I’m the victim of absence
And the absence should lived me
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