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The bullfrogs roar at me as I pass them by All I have for them is smoke dancing around my head and mirrors of my past Airplanes crash in the silence above like waves upon forgotten cloudy beaches. A lost car is not aware he is tresspassing on my silence. I forgive it and hope for its sake it reaches nowhere as I just did.

They never really cared about us. We were invisible because of our visibility. We grew up. We went to good schools where we got average grades and bullied. We went to universities and colleges. We graduated without real effort and without honours. Then we were set loose into the real world like sheep thrown before the wolves in grey suits. They told us there were only two possible outcomes. Become a wolf or die. We refused. Unable to become what we hate, but refusing to be swallowed by the maw of reality, we hide. We hide in our fantasies and creations. We struggle every day to find peace in the concrete jungle where every move we make fee