Where's the individuality?
We grow boring & conventional, mimicking the externals of other people on false pretense that this is what they might truly be like inside.
- imitation is suicide.
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insomniac thoughts/poetry
ŞiirWhat I think about when I can't seem to shut my eyes from this gaping hole of my existince. Poetry, coming from the side of me that I do not share w/ people, because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. I'm okay w/ sharing the hidden parts of my...
