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Its 10:33pm. Whenever I look around I tend to see everyone else a bit differently. Sure, their lives hold little meaning to me, so little thoughts may pass through my mind about them. At the same time an overwhelming jealousy engulfs me. It is the fact they are so much better than I am, so much superior. They have so little difficulty with matters of society. They can live in a capsule man made by their brethren, and with so little opposition that they give. Where in this world are we, the ones with so much difficulties that break their very soul existing in this molded fleshy block. This passed down societal norms, this pressured bag of junk fed to us by the elders. Should we succumb to this titan that flattens us puny ants with every step? No, not us the ones who break free from it, yes caste out by the horde, but to death we shall not march! To life we finally live! Huzzah the children of night we feast upon life's heart! The horde knows not of life! They know not of living, but we aye we the children filled with vigor and enthusiasm we know it is not living, but a sham, a fake, a lie. So go forth and we will feast upon truth!