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Who am I?
Am I merely a product of civilization? Am I made up by the price tag I wear on my clothes? I feel like I'm alone all of a sudden... My family is the living model of what it's like to judge people, my friends.... I don't even know what they even think of me or even why they talk to me... my girlfriend... I wonder if she really did talk to me for that reason...
If I wear fancy enough clothes and drive a fancy car... will I have friends? Will love truly exist? I'm just another imperfection to be thrown away when I don't have a use anymore. And of course, hard realization... just....wtf... Was I so blind? Fucking mind job, I hate purge...
Am I merely a product of civilization? Am I made up by the price tag I wear on my clothes? I feel like I'm alone all of a sudden... My family is the living model of what it's like to judge people, my friends.... I don't even know what they even think of me or even why they talk to me... my girlfriend... I wonder if she really did talk to me for that reason...
If I wear fancy enough clothes and drive a fancy car... will I have friends? Will love truly exist? I'm just another imperfection to be thrown away when I don't have a use anymore. And of course, hard realization... just....wtf... Was I so blind? Fucking mind job, I hate purge...