All the time
Driving others to regard me as a target
Their power secretly surrounded me
They were Tight as a whole
For the same purpose
Everywhere and every moment
There were too many of them
In the way of mine
Ordinary people could not think of this
In addition to my understanding
Who am I
No one gives me the answer for sure
But I must be someone
Who are they?
They are not necessarily someone
Who but only follow the purpose of those upper persons
Who is hiding intentions on the back
Or for the obscure meaning
Because of being not convenient to do it
But their manipulating everything
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