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[antiheroeternal]

So I see these people. Every day, average, normal people. Some of them are friends, some of them aren't. Some are exceptional people, born with genius. But they all end up the same. That genius gets hammered out, bleached from the patchwork by our relentless need to form a general consensus. We're so desperate to have a common mind that we twist

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[angelon_slaire]

i always tell myself that i've given in, but the kiddie dreams still linger and manifest themselves in weird ways

[antiheroeternal]

I think it's important that they're kept around at least in some small way. Otherwise we end up losing sight of what we really want.