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No friends, no enemies. This one walks among an unforgiving people, thinks about the fantasy they live in, strays away from colorful pretending. He crawls, retreats, becomes a prinla being void of all emotion. Empty on the inside, hollow to the knocking, dug into the deepening hole far inside the memory. Sad to see another one forced to run away from those sick imaginative predators, throwing books at you. Come on, speak. Tell them how you don't feel anger, how you only want peace. I'm sure they'll stop and really listen. They'll push, reject, keep living they're blissful ignorance together, happy knowing whatevers catchy, and lost to the challenge of the process. Sad to see another one forced to run away from those sick imaginative predators, throwing stones at you.