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He feel he was the scarecrow to work for the farmer, non conditions can stop him to protecting the foods.

He feel he was the little figure in the traffic lights, be manipulated to do the same thing every day everyday.

He was the little figure in the traffic lights, manipulated to do the same things every day.

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This kind of life is just like pushing the mill, restricts by the machine, repeating same things everyday…

Day in day out, his life is pushing the mill, restricts by the machine, repeating same things everyday.

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He is the rabbits that was squeezed into magician’s box, being trapped in the hell with no voice.

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Doing all the work company told him; he feels his soul is pulled by invisible puppet strings.

He can tell his soul is pulling by invisible strings

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His life is a gear, spinning alone in the silence

His life is a gear out of the system, freezing alone in the concretionary silence

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His eyes are a camera lens, narrow and one-sided.

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He is a criminal of life, stays in the machine all the time, no free time but work for free.

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His life is a stop beating heart on the operating table.

His life is a expire heart on the operating table.

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He rides on a road heading to the hell. ❌

He peddles to carry people but he never reach a place he wants to go. ❌

He hopes to peddle away but he is just peddling on an exercise bike with an extra weight.  ❌

He peddles for people to live,  but he stays at the chain-broken bike. ❌

He survives in the society by peddling for people, but he always stay still on the chain-broken chain.❌

He peddles people away but there're no chains long enough to connect his optimistic future.

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Who do they think they are, thinking that as long as they have money they can be "gods"

Her soul was frozen with frustration.

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Her job in America was just a mouse curled in a lair. ---- Maxwell Clarance

Fixed: She was just a mouse curled in a mouse hole.

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His life would never balance.
His future had no blessings to count. His dreams never calculated such pain. HIs blood, sweat and tears were withdrawn from him, daily.

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His job is imitating an overusing machine that sliding on the ground with silent mode on.

His life was a gear spinning on the anvil from

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The customers are royals exploiting the slaves' who are living in really bad and cold conditions.

Her career is a slave, living in this bitterly cold environment and it freezes her heart.

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First one: His life was an ATM note, all of them were dedicated on serving people until the bottom.

Fixed: His spirit was expensed on his narrow work.

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His dull work is the gas for the ride that brings the mass to a more abundant life.