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So imagine this.
What you wear defines who you are.
Not in a fashionista sense.
Like generally what you where,
Identifies who you are.
A label.
Right there for everyone to see.
And you go past a place.
An empty place.
Not empty in the abandoned sense.
More like the empty when the inhabitants are in respite.
An extended break.
Then you look to yourself.
Your clothes.
Defining who you are.
Judging who you are.
And you stop to think.


What am I doing?
Who am I?
Where should I really be?
How did I end up like this?


But before long you pass.
Your left a mindless abyss.
The clothes still there
Defining you
Judging you
Telling you
Who you should be.

Then you drift off and think.
Wouldn't it be easier if everyone was just
Naked.