What a coincidence. Yeah, they never cared about you. We could never bother them to look our way. We couldn't touch them. They were beautiful; unattainable perfection. And how we longed for their attention. Just a moment of their high-priced time. We wanted so much to be just like them. We just wanted to be noticed by all the right people. We wanted to be socially immortal. We wanted.
And now the tables have turned.
Secretly, quietly - they wish they were as noticeable as we are. They wish to be something daring and unnatural. Of course, it isn't part of their code of law to be anything but "in fashion'. They run in packs. Like wolves they hunt together for something to call "inferior". Well, just because we are different we are wrong. We are dangerous, uncharted territory. Just because we don't blend in with our surroundings we are fake. What defines fake? What makes a person real? We will never be what they want us to be, and they want us to be acceptable.
Clones are terribly boring. I'd prefer to live in chaos than drown in monotony.
Grow a spine.
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