If You Find Me Strange
 
 
Dear Somebody,

 If you find me strange, then you are probably not a human anymore. You have drifted from being a human animal and are turning into a robot or have maybe already become one.
 
 The most real thing two creatures can create is another creature of kind. Please come back to being a human, return to humanity. I don't want to seem confrontational, just want to be human again. I am losing my humanity, I can feel it. It is killing me inside. Call of the wild, by Jack London - every 8th grader has read it. What happened to our species? Where did they drift to with all these applications when we have forgotten to apply the one thing that defines us, apply ourselves to it?!
 
 I am longing to be a human again; once you start longing to be something or to have it, it must mean you have lost it.
 
 We have all lost it. Why can't we return to it? Call of the wild, everything is made up. So artificial, fake and foreign; unnatural, bizzare, birzirk. Take me back to where it all started. Let's return to it together. Take me home, country road.
 
 Oh, country road. Take me home.
 
 So tired of the citey, the open-air concentration camp.
 
 Take me back. Take me now. Take me away. Away and forever. Away and for good. It is now or never. Is never good for you?
 
 Nobody from Nowhere
 Never  

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