human beings are queer creatures,
u and i.
no matter how i try to steer myself away from the matter,
we are who we are.
some of us hide our feelings under the creases of our
heart,
whilst some of us put ours on broad sleeves.

i can safely say that i've met a lot of very
frighteningly interesting people.
some outrageously insane,
some incredibly timid,
few beautifully black-hearted.

i never said i'm better than any of them,
and i know i probably never will.

what's the purpose of our existence,
why are we here.
why?

i guess we're just part of the master plan
or aren't we?

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Listening to: Damien Rice - 9 Crimes
via FoxyTunes