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Community, they told me I I was a part of it, that I must comply. We’re told to comply in the way we speak, in the way we interact, in the way we feel. Those who oppose, those who stand for a transcendental nature are fitted with the title of an Outcast. An Outcast: A person deemed unfit to live amongst the classiest of society. It’s a title given out by the Elites. They give out a title under the predicate of a falsehood and the personal perpetual facade of laziness. I am neither. I am in the world, yet I am somewhere that isn't Earth. I am here, but I am not. I exist, but my mind, my opinions become a blur. My mobility becomes a leisure, and my leisure becomes my labor; My labor becomes my profession; My profession beholds my title. I roam in the society casted by the Elites, but I am merely a chess piece to their game. I am not an Outcast, I am not an Elite. I am the class of the inbetween. I am the silenced voice. I am the history that’s repeated, I am not a part of the community. I am of the voices that are disregarded.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
; The Elites;The Outcasts
Community, they told me I I was a part of it, that I must comply. We’re told to comply in the way we speak, in the way we interact, in the way we feel. Those who oppose, those who stand for a transcendental nature are fitted with the title of an Outcast. An Outcast: A person deemed unfit to live amongst the classiest of society. It’s a title given out by the Elites. They give out a title under the predicate of a falsehood and the personal perpetual facade of laziness. I am neither. I am in the world, yet I am somewhere that isn't Earth. I am here, but I am not. I exist, but my mind, my opinions become a blur. My mobility becomes a leisure, and my leisure becomes my labor; My labor becomes my profession; My profession beholds my title. I roam in the society casted by the Elites, but I am merely a chess piece to their game. I am not an Outcast, I am not an Elite. I am the class of the inbetween. I am the silenced voice. I am the history that’s repeated, I am not a part of the community. I am of the voices that are disregarded.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
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