Cascading down the side of my face, runs the pressure from the desperately thick air of the surrounding atmosphere. And now I come near to the poetry that extends from the deep. Where it used to be. And comes from time to time. To where it stands now, sliding down the path of freedom. And I am suddenly aware that today, I am Sean's overwhelming sense of awe. And I am by no means meant to be normal.
I was born to be unique. And so were you.
Just because there are rules for grammar, doesn't mean I have to follow them. And just because usually people talk to be understood, doesn't mean I have to say anything that makes sense. Just because it's so and so, doesn't mean diddly squat. Live your life. Break the rules when when you have to. And let the rest of the world follow the hyper-dull masses...who's lust is conformity and who's stomach is plated with gold-leafed crutches.
Now is the time to live.
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None of us were meant to be "normal", nor were we meant to conform. Breaking the rules and adhering to the your own mantra is where it's at, my friend.
Conformity is a trap. The only freedom is freedom in your own thought. You've got it.
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