ANARCHY
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Last published Thu, Jul 13, 2023
I have always wondered,what does it take to be human? to be entitled to call oneself human,more importantly what is human??.I like to consider myself an optimist but truth is I'm more of a pessimist yet I've always had this carnal desire in my heart to be optimistic cause that's what makes someone "good" or so I've heard,I've been told conspiracies against pessimism and that kind of got to make insecure with myself more than I'd like to admit but oh well,I can't change myself overnight ,as we all know change takes time to take place that is if its possible my lovelies.Now this is the story of my journey in identifying myself as I'd like to call it and not everything is all sunshine and rainbows my sweets,life is bittersweet and so is my sense of self and judgement.
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