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Jun 2014
They don't want to see you. They don't want to talk to you;
They want to gaze into a mirror and have a conversation.
They can't engage in any thoughtful conversations, they bury
any trace of originality under the exterior image they 'prepared earlier.' Their opinions are ideas formed like dough that was pressed into a cookie-cutter then cooked – hardened to ensure
they remain the same.
A united front of face-value originality conceals - just a mask to hide behind.
courtney
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