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It's only a matter of time you know, until you see how it really is. Maybe a few years, maybe just weeks, possibly only the time it takes to read this. Then you'll see, then you will know. How foolish you are, that you could wrap yourself tightly in a blanket, sheltered of the elements and warm at night. but the blanket also suffocates. what once was merely a tool to cope is now 'essential living,' the newest martha stewart line of products aimed at keeping you ignorant and copasetic to the atrocities surrounding which are your suburban existance. Not a unique individual, a snowflake, a 'special person;' you are tedium incarnate. every way in which you reach to the stars attempting to pull one down close enough to burn away the truth is expected. All so you can look back at your life when you approach the hither-to-now-unknown and say, "there, i did something that affected others. I have proven myself." but you did none of that, you just brought another generation of spawn to leech the planet and others, and so we twirl into our own wroughten extinction through banality.
or maybe its just me.
or maybe its just me.