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12/05/15

12/5/2015

 
I couldn’t be just one thing in this society. Not one where many could relate, but many where none could relate. And I didn’t want to present myself as separate factions of myself where those with similar interest could latch on and be a member to each separate faction, but instead to present myself as a whole with many different facets that each individual could dive into if they wanted.
      But that was asking too much, for each individual only likes to dive into one singularity at a time, rather than being awash with many.
      In the end, I presented myself as myself, and if that was asking too much to relate to, then I as myself was too much to relate to.


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