What I say now, has already been said before
millions of times...
how I scream, how I stare, how I stop,
It has been precisely replicated on multiple faces.
My thoughts, how I thought they were unique,
Nothing but a terrible, mediocre amalgamation of
Copied, Imitated, Mimicked echoes of others.
Yet I yearn to be different,
And yet it only makes me more and more alike.
We are not rare anymore!
We are manufactured in bulk.
Exactly same. Exactly lame.
We live in similar reveries.
We create identical memories.
We leave one carton only to join another,
