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I relate to it on an everyday level, in that core of me that feels like apart of me is robbed to have to endure public metropolis traffic (like when he realizes it wasnt quite right to bring a date to a porno. On which level is it acceptable?)
And just the entire alienation. I would elucidate it better if I could. It is just so sad for the spirit to be beaten down, drowned out, anonymously.
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