- I know kids. I am one, and I know that we are all separated into our little groups, I also know that some grorps are outcasts. Unfavored,Unliked, We are who we are weather we are cheerleaders or drama. Most of us act in ways according the people around us, we were the clothing that the next person wears, we laugh when our friends laugh even if it's not funny. The thing is, the kid in front of us is following the kid in front of her. I think you know were this is heading. But the thing that I can't rap my head around is the fact that the bigger the clone you are, the higher your leval in this deathly jungle, the more you be youself the less chance you have at prom king or queen. I find it sad our schools, our world is so shallow. The way I see it sooner or later we will all be slaves to our social status. When I listin to music, I do it because I love it, not because my friend does. What kind of person would I be? Would I qualify as a human being, because if I don't have emotion, thought or oppion, would my soul not crumble? Belive me or don't. I used to be that person. Hopefully you'v read this and now there is one less clone.
- by biker_scene |
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- | Submitted on 10/04/2009 |
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- Title: Clones
- Artist: biker_scene
- Description: The Truth Is Hard.
- Date: 10/04/2009
- Tags: clones
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- cinnimoroll_yumyum - 10/19/2009
- wow. O.O that was deep. And quite true! 5/5
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