Stereotyped

As I read all over again the messages… plus the song of a band that I haven’t known.. really.. tears fall. Shrimp.
Though I want to make my move,
Though I want the world know how I really feels,
Though I am forcing myself to have two faces,
I am the living soul of my refelection. Am I free? I am sure I am NOT.
What makes me happy?
Simple things. Simple acts. And simple yet sweet moments.

Yep. Yep. Yep.
Home. A happy poor contented kind of family.

Yep. Yep.
The crisis. The economy. The endless “politically political issues” here and there.

Yep.
The fallacy of illogical self-direction.

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Happy Krismas everyone!