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What was that you just said? That didn't make any sense to me. It's not the way I see it, man. I'm almost tired of listening to you. Why do you tie me up with words? The way your eye shifts makes me wanna go. Black-jawed living room couch professor. When will you be through with me, I'd like to know. Everywhere I go I feel it, but I won't talk, I won't get stuck with you. Everyone's so lonely, I dig it, but I'm afraid I can't share this with you. So don't make me your captive. I don't feel like talking your shit. I nod my broken head. I'm not too amused with humans.
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The true test, after all, is to be like everyone else. Once that happens, he no longer has to question his singularity. He is free—not only of others, but of himself.
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