The random ramblings of an aspiring Poet, tilted on one side and uneasy on the other - Given to Natalie A Fiawoo S.O.A.P
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Irony
In our struggle to become the individual We have become identical. Robots controlled by our masters. Feigning independence in anger whilst hoping to be noticed.
1 comment:
I feel that. I don't care any more. I'm happy being like everyone else.
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