It's the ideals they all harbor that makes me uneasy. Their fascination with routine and families makes my head spin. Running was the plan. Escape a million miles away without the slightest glance over my shoulder. Pack up my memories in my notebook and leave the pages fresh for a rainy day. It's all the same here. Same clothes same slang same interests yet no one understands?
"because your different" I read the lies below his name
Because I'm capable of thinking for myself?
Saddening.
You claim you crave a woman with a brain in land full of zombies.
As you devour her flesh she whispers
But what about my brain?
-gt
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