Wednesday, October 28, 2009

When John Lennon died, I was in eighth grade. Our teacher made us listen to "Imagine" as a tribute. And like the soundtrack to Rent, I have come to hate it. It feels like to excel and want things is selling out, that the world would be better without possessions or religious belief...things that make us individual. Why must people treat us like they are so superior when they are mooching off our taxes, our hopes, and our individuality?

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