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i am waking up pushing my way through the plastic covering all of the ideas i was never supposed to touch so many ideas i am choosing to walk down halls with varied perspective mirrors i stop at the ones that make me look fat and don't believe the ones that reflect a flattering figure i walk on i observe i internalize i try to understand why do i think the way that i do? i was born into a straightjacket on the rungs of a one-way ladder never saw that others might be scaling or ascending the same wall with rope sheer strength the stairs who am i to judge which way is better? "the injuring of another can be in no case just." (as long as it's not hurting anyone)
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
when my professor and Socrates make a baby
i am waking up pushing my way through the plastic covering all of the ideas i was never supposed to touch so many ideas i am choosing to walk down halls with varied perspective mirrors i stop at the ones that make me look fat and don't believe the ones that reflect a flattering figure i walk on i observe i internalize i try to understand why do i think the way that i do? i was born into a straightjacket on the rungs of a one-way ladder never saw that others might be scaling or ascending the same wall with rope sheer strength the stairs who am i to judge which way is better? "the injuring of another can be in no case just." (as long as it's not hurting anyone)
kate-lyn
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
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