I went into New York City with my photography class today. Missed all of school for it. It went a lot faster than last year, and I only saw two exhibits at the MoMa in like, two hours. But it was pretty awesome, and I had a great time.
And about twenty minutes ago I was overcome with this feeling of sickness, ah. It was remarkable how quickly the feelings overtook me, and now I'm having trouble seeing straight.
Ah life, you're a funny guy.
What is true to me may not be true to you,
And what is true to you may be true to everyone,
but me.
Because see, i'm different, not what you think
So don't sync your ideas to me like a machine,
You can't link your mind to mine, because you see,
I'm me. You're you.
And then life starts over anew.
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