why are we so afraid
to be the same,
or maybe different.
personal preference,
i suppose.
have you ever wondered
if maybe we are all some
pot smoking hippie kid's
science project
in the year 3059?
i do.
you should go;
pack your things.
we'll kiss the stars goodnight,
and rest on the clouds.
and the feeling of
losing one's self
will no longer exist. |
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