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Freedom by Societies Standards.

by mst

I wake up every morning and think: "I am a free man, I will do what I want.". So I walk through my comfortable, three bedroom, two story home with a fully furnished basement, proper neighborhood and a good school. I go eat breakfast with that stupid rabbit, which is my favorite form of self- loathing, Then I dress in my tightest jeans, that my friend Tommy told me I needed. I awkwardly shuffled to my car, whose red color emphasizes my power, at least thats what the salesman told me... So I drive on these roads I payed for, passing by the people whose lives don't exist, to go to work and pay for: The car which shows my success, the jeans which makes me as attractive as success, the cereal I drown my sorrows in, and the house which lives my broken dreams.
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Written by
mst
American
Published
Dec 12, 2014
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#lost#dreams#selfish#money
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