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Walking Oxymoron

by notsopunkrockdj

my mind a controlled chaos, my heart an organised mess beautifully painful are my emotions i arguably acquiesce. with my naturally strange company, you’ll learn to deal with what life brings; like the sad joys and sweet agonies, with all the huge little things. typically weird sometimes. awfully good at acting natural. i like small crowds in order to be myself somehow, it is weirdly normal. i’ve never told a lie, i am a liar. i always busy myself with nothing. i care deeply for humanity but oftentimes, i loathe human beings. my past experiences make me burn in tears, i drown at the fire brought by the aftermath of my unpleasant years. so to protect myself, i hate to love and love to hate. just same differences, they create.
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notsopunkrockdj
25 / F
Published
May 12, 2018
Time
2m
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#oxymoron#figurative#language#self
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