bubble bath inspired writing.

Transparent and anemic, the masses.
They crowd and cover.
Some burst, some hide.

Manufactured, produced.
Their shells blanket what lies within.
Within. They strive for individuality.

Beneath, the shell.


They kill themselves to try and mutate.
Change.
Manipulate.
Self mutilate.
Kill.
Kill the the predictable,
The common, Kill the stereotype.
Kill themselves.

Drowning, they're killing themselves.
To contrast, a different shade, a different color.
To reflect themselves, merely themselves.

No one else.


They are all dying the same.
They all burst.
Just as those who came before,
Just as those to follow.
They burst.

No one else.
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I wrote this in 10mins :/
So it's probably not very good.
Kind of a 'Fight Club' perspective on life.