Scapegoat

The lights keep flashing. I look up. All I can see is lights flashing down on me. Every move I make, is being enlightened. Their isn’t any secret passages to escapse this blurred world. I’m being made an example of. I don’t even know, why I was picked. I don’t act out of societies norms. I guess I’m just a scapegoat.

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