What is love? Love is where we have to sit still endlessly. Love is when we put our hands in our pockets, we get yelled at loudly. Love is where they need four telescreens to watch us every single second, no millisecond. Love is where the dial raises every time I answer something different from what they want to hear. I must learn to love God, to love Big Brother.
No windows. Days, months, or even years and I can't even tell whether it's day or night.
" Do anything to me!
But not room 101!"
Not Room 101 said the man, Anything but Room 101.
You know what is in Room 101, O'Brien told me. But how can I know what's in Room 101 if I never been in Room 101. Everyone knows what's in Room 101.
2 + 2 = 4 no.
2 + 2 = 5.
One, two, three, four..as I count my fingers 2 + 2 equals 4
but how can 5 be 4?
I know what's in Room 101. But I don't want to know. I shouldn't think...oh rats they know it. They always knew.
I know what's in Room 101. But I don't want to know. I shouldn't think...oh rats they know it. They always knew.
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