Sometimes I feel like throwing a shoe across this open plan emotional desert, in the hopes that some creature might look up, and I could see a spark of human life that there once was….
And yet this is what we all do, we gladly give up our free thinking self, everyday back and forth, the same, over and over again until finally it all tumbles down into an inevitable and certain demise, and still there we stay, clinging to this fictional life raft.
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