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Jan 2019
I seem to have become somewhat of a paradox-
I want to be happy,
but I'm constantly reminding myself of things that make me sad and angry.
I grow lazy,
yet I am ambitious.
I hate my self,
but love who I really am.
I crave attention,
yet I reject it when its shown to me.
I am a conflicted contradiction to my self.
My point is this:
I have know myself my whole life,
and have spent every second of every day with me and never a moment apart.
It has taken me 37 years to figure out that I may never fully understand myself.
So, let me ask you something.
If I can't figure myself out,
What the *** makes you think you already have,
or that you have one goddammed thing figured out about me?
Feel me 1st,
then *** off.

Immovable-
Mykle Matwaya
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Mykle Matwaya  39/M/Norwalk Ca
(39/M/Norwalk Ca)   
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