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We follow the crowd, afraid to be alone,
Our thoughts and actions, a society's drone,
We hide our differences, pretend to be the same,
Our individuality, an identity we blame,
The conformity of society, an absurd monotone.
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About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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