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Originality

by barelybreathing

What is originality anymore? The pop songs we listen to day in day out, That are only updated remixes of Songs that our parents Already know every lyric to.
 Is it the pranks we play on each other at school, Poking holes in the top of water bottles, So we don’t get caught when we try to catch our class mates. Drowning them In carbonated energy drinks. Don’t think you’ll get away with it. The teachers already know, About flicking elastic bands at the backs of girls knees, So they scream a little louder And turn around to see Boys smirking faces, Because they have been there before.
 Define originality.
 Originality . /əˌrɪdʒɪˈnalɪti/ noun 1. the ability to think independently and creatively.
 •the quality of being novel or unusual
 synonyms: inventiveness, creativeness, creativity, innovativeness, innovation, novelty, freshness, newness, imagination, break with tradition, resourcefulness, cleverness, daring, individuality, unusualness, unprecedentedness, uniqueness, distinctiveness
. Is it smuggling vodka in water bottles, Or sneaking down to the back garden To have one last cigarette with your friends, At 1am On New Years When you have had more to drink than your parents Yet you are only 15. Watering down whiskey from your parents liqueur cabinet With apple juice. 
Getting caught drunk After being out with friends, Stumbling in at 2am On Sunday morning.
 Storming up to your room After having a row with your parents. Slamming the door, Screaming at the floor, Calling a friend, And bitching about the people who brought you into this world.
 Maybe I’m not as good with words Than I thought I was
 O r i g i n a l i t y I s D e a d 
Your parents Grandparents Aunties and uncles Have seen it all before It’s a fact of growing up And one day You will too know Exactly how it is
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Published
Apr 26, 2014
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Notes

Idk I was just thinking too much

Edited because I didn't like itt

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#home#thoughts#thinking#school#creativity#stuff#originality#sigh
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