You put away childish things and swallowed your creativity when you came of age. You forgot that you were more than just another person. You took a razor to the reality of your difference and decided that to fit in you would become another member of a society that didn't approve of you. And then you, on top of it all, you stopped dreaming and that's when your life ended.Sure, you still live and breathe and drink and entertain yourself horizontally...
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