We can have our own opinion; we should have our own opinion. To say it, well…that’s another story. We can’t say it, unless you have copied it and pasted it and gave it your name. But your own opinion, my dear, isn’t important.
The world isn’t prepared for you; people aren’t prepared to accept you; society isn’t ready for you yet. At the end of the day you are just an unacceptable thing. At the end of the day you are just a mad person, trying to get something from somewhere from somebody. Somehow, somewhat, you are in a middle of a circus unready to be eaten by the lions and wolfs and bears while everyone is looking pass and spit on you.
Opinion? Do you want my opinion? Of course not! No one wants to hear what they don’t think. No one wants to face that challenge!
Well…few things, few thoughts, few don’t knows. I don’t mind being the maddest mad person in this world, or any other world. I don’t care in which circus I’m going to die in.
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