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i wonder why...there are certain people that belongs to the certain community, that most likely to give words that give me somewhat false or fake hope. honestly, i don't care how hard the gales is slapping my very face with its' coldness or how heavy the rain is to fall from sky, with grace, as if the sky is crying so hard, brokenhearted.

once and for all, i allowed myself to take another deep breath, to inhale the air of my surrounding, of course with a little bit of condensed air, which turns into vapor of our breath, consist of water, the utmost particle that forms life.

i let myself blew by the wind, no, the heavy gale that accompany this heavy rain so it turns out to be a storm. i can't get myself other things to do. no card mates, and there is no sign of my very friends in the place i am in. sitting still, i refuse to give up, i shall continue the struggle against the fate, the destiny, and the crowd. the spirit of conformity has turned you into nothing but nothingness.

however, i shall let myself to go with the flow, conscious or unconscious. i want to distinct in some extent, but what the social accept is conformity, not diversity. humans, no, individuals are born distinctly from each other, there are no individuals that exactly the same, there must be difference present, even only in its' gene.

differences itself can be the basic of conformity, where differences is the only things shared in common between individuals. moreover, the only thing we are all sharing is DIFFERENCES.