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I am the boy who sits at the back of the class; I am the myth and legend, that you have never heard laugh. I am the eloquent, who so seldom speaks "Good day." and "Goodbye." I am the b r o k e n, though you will never see me; p a r t i a l or cry. I am the Lie. I am the Lie, well housed in the illusion of an ever-present smile. I am the wary traveller, exhausted yet still encouraging others to walk the extra mile. I am the dying and ill, who screams to others. "Keep surviving and living, hold fast to your will; life once truly lived, has both bad and good." I am a human... for better or worse. I am a duality to all others; either a blessing or a curse. I am a song sang, though others remember only a verse... I am a play, that has been exhaustively rehearsed.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
I Am.
I am the boy who sits at the back of the class; I am the myth and legend, that you have never heard laugh. I am the eloquent, who so seldom speaks "Good day." and "Goodbye." I am the b r o k e n, though you will never see me; p a r t i a l or cry. I am the Lie. I am the Lie, well housed in the illusion of an ever-present smile. I am the wary traveller, exhausted yet still encouraging others to walk the extra mile. I am the dying and ill, who screams to others. "Keep surviving and living, hold fast to your will; life once truly lived, has both bad and good." I am a human... for better or worse. I am a duality to all others; either a blessing or a curse. I am a song sang, though others remember only a verse... I am a play, that has been exhaustively rehearsed.
I am tired... so very exhausted of it all; inside of this frail body, heart and mind wage a war. I am human, and only human after all.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
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