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Could it be, that im the only drone in a world full of humans. Or am I the only human in a world full of drones. My thoughts, views, and beliefs are frowned upon more than often. We do not exist in my world, it is only I. For I am, what the fuck am I? Am I a purpose, or am I a waist of time. I peruse the city streets at night swearing that I am an angel, and looking for a way back home, if you get my drift. Waiting for the assistance of a more popular angel, to swipe at me, removing me from the very flesh that covers my soul. Out of my spine will stretch the wings of an eagle. Shoot, i bet i can make it to heaven with one leap.