A walking, living, breathing contradiction.
An enigma.
A paradox.
Nothing, yet everything.
Everything, yet nothing.
Every contradicting attribute,
Every different personality,
They're all me
And I am them in turn.
All the same amount true,
All the same amount false.
All genuine,
All a facade.
An angel,
A devil,
A demon of their kind.
The sun,
The moon,
The stars,
And everything inbetween and beyond.
A walking, living, breathing contradiction.
An enigma.
A paradox.
It's all me,
And I am all of it.
That's all I am.
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Random Poetry. <3
PoesíaIt's in the title- Uh, yeah, I decided to do this because I randomly wrote a short poem and I low-key thought it was pretty cool for something I wrote at 1 AM, and then figured, hey, why not make more? I've only published this on Wattpad and AO3 The...
