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Mar 15
Through my own tyrannical enforcement
I spew insipid scripted statements
I do not support nor enjoy.
Afraid to be aberrant
Oppressed I am pushed to lecture repugnant contradictions against my own disposition.
Turgid loathing of the fear of dropping the expected facade
Supported by ego and enforced by group-think to mold a homogenous majority.
I hate self pity.
Here marinating in my own self indulgent sorrow.
I am a hypocrite.
Another one of my enemies.
But weakened by forcing myself to state the opposite of what I value,
I open myself to further self destruction.
Through this introspection I might be able to reclaim my social autonomy.
Possibly at the cost of diminution of social impression.
That is held at such divine standards today.
I might become a social martyr.
But at least Iā€™d die complete and confident in my own voice.
It would open me to ridicule.
But Iā€™d rather understand myself and be subjected to hate than to live objectively in a self confined contrived reality.
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CollectiveMindFTW  17/M/Highschool A FUCKIN TRIP
(17/M/Highschool A FUCKIN TRIP)   
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