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I visited the college my cousin attends.

Empty people dress in grimy clothes but look as though they cost one thousand dollars, and they smile with their bikes while shopping from downtown store to store.

The buildings have lost their luster and decay at all the corners but no one seems to notice as the newer ones are built, so the areas destructed are forgotten, unacknowledged; lack the college students ever present elsewhere.

My family says I ought to give it a try, dress like a clone, smile and wave with my bike from class to class so I can smile and wave from my car to and from work, every single day, for eternity.

But they do it too and when I mention the clones they ignore the comment; brainwashing inflicted by their own mind as they deny the choices they once desired, saying they were so happy they never made a mistake, never were unhappy.

They all look miserable to me, with the smile in the system, but maybe they don't know what emotion is.

And maybe I don't either.

So I'm taking medication starting this afternoon and I'll become another clone smiling through and through.

I'll ignore all of my cravings, pretend there's nothing that I missed; I'll get rid of this depression, let the same lack of emotion turn me to the same perfected buildings, new and shiny like everything good is expected to be.

And you'll tell me that I can't see.

It won't sink in.

Of course, nothing of my past intelligence will be found.

When everything's suppressed, the world revolves in bliss, and I'll just continue walking forward with an endless smiling face.

Maybe I'll awake at your demise.

Eventually the movement hits; I've never done anything I wanted.

But it never really mattered since I still won't understand, comprehension at its peak.

So I'll die empty too along with followers of the world.

It won't make a difference in the long-run; remembrance is overrated.

The point of even writing this is void.