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I refuse to be a number  
in this expanding humanity,  
where the soul dissolves,  
into algorithms of cold reason.  
I struggle within myself, a fragmented self,  
among shadows that scream what is not,  
My steps are strokes on a faint canvas,  
where life is painted in vibrant colours;  
my voice, a stream that defies silence,  
trembling between verses, breaking distant walls.  
I must shout, remember that I exist,  
that I am not a piece of data or a standing trend;  
I am a song that lives in the wind,  
a free spirit that flows and is law.  
I refuse to be a number,  
to be just a name in the crowd,