A disturbing feeling washed over me when i woke up this morning. The dream last night was too much to handle i suppose. Without dreams to dig up the past i would be nothing. So last night i dreamed of my family:my mother, my baby sister and i. The knawing feeling of hunger was always there. That is what i remember most. The obsessiveness of food. Where's the food? Can i have more? No? Well, i need more. I feel terrible; depleting them of their food just so i can be a little less empty. My baby sister with those innocent eyes watching me with the chocolate close to my mouth. Food meant survival and i wanted to live. These actions have scarred me. If i had only known the consequences... maybe i wouldn't have been an orphan.
The maddening feeling of hatred scares me sometimes. The party weakens us every day. They deplete us of our emotions till there is nothing left except bones and flesh. Within it is empty. We are robots with voice boxes programmed to repeat whatever they say. The proles, like i have mentioned numerous times, don't know how lucky they are. They ARE humans. Us? WE are the robots.
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