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Protothor — Conform
Published: 2006-03-17 22:43:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 85; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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The room darkens, light slowly fades away,The silhouette in the doorway signals arrival.
Slowly you close you eyes, world fading to an inky black,
The cold hand grips you by the neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Your hands and feet, now numb hang limply at your side.
Every fiber of your being urges you to fight the shadows,
But you know in your heart, you cannot win.
No longer in control, your eyes open once again,
Vision fragmented, auras clearly visible from all those around you.
You feel yourself move forward, but it is not you at all.
You have conformed, become one of them,
Allowed them to shape and label you,
A jock, a Prep, a Goth. You can't remember life any other way.
It is then that you see them, a loosely knit group,
Their aura different from any other,
They have fought conformation, and won.
That is who you once were, free and expressive,
Unbound by unwritten law that now governs your actions, even your thoughts.
Approaching them you feel the abhorrence begin to slip away,
Falling from you like rain during a storm,
The world is once again bright, you are free
Free to be yourself once again.
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Comments: 6
I read this last year - and you printed me a copy of it.
It's in my room, and I'm in love with it.
It's totally, just, it's so true. And it makes sense and everything.
It's fantastic.
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o///o Thank you, yet again.
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Very nice, good underlying message. Fight the conformity! >D< The only comment I would make is that the identity of "the silhouette in the doorway"/"the cold hand" is a little unclear. Is it the manifestation majority/public...?
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Ha, someone got it. Finally.
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