you told me to be normal,
please define that for me.
i'm no good in english literacy,
i'd rather speak in rhythmic incoherency.
be like those girls,
ninety percent of the female population.
they grew up with social skills, great grades and everything in between,
they didn't have to beg for it.
the pros and cons of being normal,
is similar to the ones of breathing.
the pros being that you are alive,
and the cons being you would never be alive happy.
oh, they are happy,
they look like they are spending the best time,
with their polystyrene souls,
in a plastic world.
why are you contradicting them,
you said.
i bet everybody here is fake happy too,
how could you tell,
if their smile,
is a 10/10,
or just a 6/10.
for me, normal is eccentric,
if everybody acts the same,
what would individualism mean,
english degree holder?
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