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I haven't seen a real smile around this place. Not for a long time. This town is dead. Dead to me. All these plastic people, doing the same thing day after day. Programed, they can't help it. But I doubt I'll stay here, with all this robotic trend. I want to see the world someday. Maybe by then I will be able to love you. But right now, you're just another plastic person, at least...to me. I need to be free, but i feel like a bird, locked in my cage, staring out the window, at all that blue sky that I can never touch. Dreaming of soaring away from here, were I'm trapped in all this rutine plastic fakeness.