I'm not like the others. Try to convince me that every day. My morality is that which governs the world or the world I govern myself. And I know that when I say it sounds just as crazy as many other crazy people who have gone before me. I'm not like anyone, and thank goodness because it assumes that everyone is different. Even so I end up doing exactly the same. I get tautological, ontological, and fancy ... or rebuscona as read ... For my heart
ridiculous vernacular had already traversed. For my past pain, by so many absurdities I overwhelm in life, and the only thing I managed to defend it with "I'm not like others." It bothers me to follow the rules. Having to deal with the authority should be. It bothers me feel locked in my own body in my decisions. It bothers me feel imprisoned by my expectations.
But I'm not like the others that they can accept it maturely. I fought, I tantrums. Jump, scream, cry, beam walls, break things.
'm angry, so angry that I can not mourn. I am mad to say clearly what I feel. I'm mad at me for falling for the game of good behavior. I'm mad at me for wanting to meet self-imposed roles successfully. As a self-imposed punishment. As a compromise forced. I feel trapped me. I am an ordinary foul call center operator has no further troubleshooting the call the next day. I am forever lost in a huge bill for a thousand days without explanation and without reason.
Sorry, currently our operators are busy assisting other customers, please stay on the line. And stay on line ... How long will I stay on line before getting tired? Depends on me getting tired. I begin to tire. When will I go?
I'm not like the others. I am not of those who leave. I'm staying. I'm not like the others. I cry in the afternoon, regardless of the day of the month. I get angry, I laugh. I keep waiting, I'm staying until I run or until I leave ... Or until I leave.
ridiculous vernacular had already traversed. For my past pain, by so many absurdities I overwhelm in life, and the only thing I managed to defend it with "I'm not like others." It bothers me to follow the rules. Having to deal with the authority should be. It bothers me feel locked in my own body in my decisions. It bothers me feel imprisoned by my expectations.
But I'm not like the others that they can accept it maturely. I fought, I tantrums. Jump, scream, cry, beam walls, break things.
'm angry, so angry that I can not mourn. I am mad to say clearly what I feel. I'm mad at me for falling for the game of good behavior. I'm mad at me for wanting to meet self-imposed roles successfully. As a self-imposed punishment. As a compromise forced. I feel trapped me. I am an ordinary foul call center operator has no further troubleshooting the call the next day. I am forever lost in a huge bill for a thousand days without explanation and without reason.
Sorry, currently our operators are busy assisting other customers, please stay on the line. And stay on line ... How long will I stay on line before getting tired? Depends on me getting tired. I begin to tire. When will I go?
I'm not like the others. I am not of those who leave. I'm staying. I'm not like the others. I cry in the afternoon, regardless of the day of the month. I get angry, I laugh. I keep waiting, I'm staying until I run or until I leave ... Or until I leave.
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