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The Enigma


We all only have so much time. But what is that time used for? To follow crowds or to match societies rhymes. With each day those types grow more and more. But there are a few. Who dare to stand out. Those who refuse to be like her or him or you. Those who express themselves but shrouded in doubt. We are the ones in the dark. The ones who you see “unfit for society”. We are the ones who are the true artists and the few you disembark. Yet we are the ones filled with anxiety. We are the ones easily broken, easily slain. Our life is nothing to you. Were just pawns in your game. Yet we remain the few. We always will be there. Hiding from the light of what you call “normal” You can push us down and make us fight for air. But we will fight back the pressures of the formal. We are the creatures. You can never forget the us you saw. Why don’t you stay for the double feature. Tonight we presents “us” : The Enigma.
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