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Though the perception is to live free, That whole picture perfect life is always embedded. Instilled in all of us from birth. Work, ******* work, and strive to do that family frenzy, nice house, nice car ******** **** the normalities of society. **** being. Sometimes just to breathe, to exist, to live, all of the above is a blessing. Sometimes it's a savior for yourself, but most times it's just a form of conformity for others. We are all ******* robots, one foot in front of the other, sir. March, march, march. Is it April yet? Have I made it yet? Another year of being the least successful person, the woah is me, the pitty party. Stop looking at me. Stop ******* looking at me with those eyes that tare up my insides. Stop feeling. Stop the noise. Just stop. Just stop. Oh yay! Another birthday soon to pass. Another year to conform to the systematic resemblance of what a family is supposed to be.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
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Though the perception is to live free, That whole picture perfect life is always embedded. Instilled in all of us from birth. Work, ******* work, and strive to do that family frenzy, nice house, nice car ******** **** the normalities of society. **** being. Sometimes just to breathe, to exist, to live, all of the above is a blessing. Sometimes it's a savior for yourself, but most times it's just a form of conformity for others. We are all ******* robots, one foot in front of the other, sir. March, march, march. Is it April yet? Have I made it yet? Another year of being the least successful person, the woah is me, the pitty party. Stop looking at me. Stop ******* looking at me with those eyes that tare up my insides. Stop feeling. Stop the noise. Just stop. Just stop. Oh yay! Another birthday soon to pass. Another year to conform to the systematic resemblance of what a family is supposed to be.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
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