On rare occasions, I realize that I’m not perfect.
On rarer occasions, I notice that there are other people around me.
On even rarer occasions, I see that these sociopaths whom I call “peers” are not perfect either, but try to give off that illusion and I am no different from them.
Then I roll over and go back to sleep and my obtuse mind continues to tune out the journey through high school/dystopia/Dante’s Inferno.
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