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Last published Sun, Jun 4, 2017
I'm different. I know I am. I just wish I could be like all the clones. They fit in and don't stand out. They stay the same and don't change like I do. I hate how I am sometimes.
I cause havoc wherever I go. I'm not meant to be here. My own father even told me. I'm a mistake that rose from a glitch in a petty system that's been the same for years.
I've not been noticed yet and neither has my father. But that's because I stay hidden. I hope to never be found because then I'll be even more of a problem. I don't want to be found even if I hate where I am now, in hiding.
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"This world; this universe we all live in, and everything in between, is the base of all complexity. Life is complex no matter how you look at it. It's unfair and unruly. Even though it may not seem like it, that's what makes life so perfect. So delicate and inspiring. For me, the point to my life was that there isn't a point. The point for me is that I can make my own reason and I can find my own perfection. I never needed anyone to show me the way to my answer, because I found my own. My own perfection."
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