You asked me to agree too fast,
A promise written in fading glass.
I didn’t see the clause beneath,
That freedom’s cost was silent grief.
They told me I should just give in…
“Terms and conditions — apply within.”
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There was no room to mark “not sure,”
No check box labeled “something pure.”
They took my voice, my name, my skin,
Then wondered why I wouldn’t grin.
But somewhere in me, not too thin—
A light said “no.”
“Apply within.”
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So I broke the rule and read the lines,
Found their traps between the signs.
They wrote the game, but I rewrote mine,
Their chains were words—
But so are mine.
So I won’t sign what’s not divine,
And I won’t lose just to align.
If I must choose a place to begin…
Let it be here.
Let it begin
Within.
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They sell us futures we never chose,
Wrapped in terms no one knows.
But truth ain’t typed in legalese—
It’s felt in silence, sung in peace.
And I still hear that voice again:
“Apply within. Apply within.”
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Not every “yes” is yours to take,
Not every vow you make’s a fake.
Some contracts live beneath the skin…
The ones you write
when you breathe in.
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So I won’t sign my soul away,
Just to make it through today.
My worth is more than what’s been pinned—
I’m not your file.
I begin within.
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So if you need a form to break,
A name to call, a vow to make…
I’m here with ink, not discipline—
My only terms?
You start within.