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We longed to get away from the noise.

In our world, there was always someone on his or her soapbox, preaching to us about our responsibilities as young men and women but we knew. We knew more than they gave us credit for. We knew why people were always finding our flaws and putting them on display. The did not do it out of the love they claimed to have, or out of a sense of duty. They did it to make us the zero on their ten-point scale. To help them selves feel bigger, better, stronger. They needed someone to frown upon and mock to help their own imperfections seem small and trivial but we were not like them. We were different, miles away from ordinary, anything but typical, and not at all like the labels, they marked us with. We were strong, we were the real tens, and inside we mocked them. We mocked them with our clothes, and in our culture. Secretly they all wanted to be us, but they were afraid. They wanted to be free, they wanted to live. They did not want not die in the hot molten mass of rotten and rotting decay that our society spat from its mouth. It spat them out after it created them. They live in their safe homes, in their safe neighborhoods, with their typical jobs, bragging about their children who are the perfect addicts and the wonderful damned. They called us stoners, the called us freaks and they preached to us about a love that was not real. A false sense of security that they made up to moralize the emotions that they were to scared to face; to force the darkness that is embedded in all of our hearts out of their minds. They asked why we could not be ‘normal’ like them. Why could not we just give up, because they were convinced that one day we would see how they had always been right but what they did not see is that we knew them better than they knew themselves? They were blind, all of them, poor pathetic fools. Fools all of them. We found our selves wallowing in our sorrows and we decided that we had had enough. We drove and did not know where we were going but we knew we would find it one day. The road changed and over many miles, we became passive to the sights and our feelings. We drove, not even remembering why or where we left. We were not home sick because we had no home to be sick for. We wanted to settle down but there was no room for in the great melting pot for our kind. We worked in one place for a while until we had enough money to move on. All 12 of us, on the road and all of us alone in our crowd. You died after ten years and so did the dream you helped plant inside my heart and when the dream died so did I. They dropped me out on the roadside because I could no longer keep my part. I was dead weight. The desert stretched endlessly on either side but I was not alone. You walked with me and showed me a new dream. A dream of life and a dream that maybe, just maybe we were the ones who were wrong. Maybe we did not try and maybe all along we had wanted to belong but did not know how. I put down my needle and picked up a cross. I still wander, never staying anywhere for to long, but now I am not alone. You still walk with me and hold my hand. People cannot see us but we see them. We long to tell them what we know, what we have learned in our second life but no one can hear us, and even if they could would they listen?

*****I have been working on it a while and I know it is kind of long and I was wondering what you think I could do to improve it.*****

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