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My reflections
I am the
enigma
the
world
has
failed to
understand
i am a
mystery
beyond
my own
comprehension
i stood
toe to
toe with
the
agents
of
disdain,
and
smiled.
i
perpetually
root for
the
underdog.
i dwell
in the
underground,unconventional,
genre.
i'm
fascinated
by
villains.
my
heart is
lost on
an
island in
fiji,
i'm
saving
up miles
to re-
unite
with her.
i'm not
one for
conventions,
but i
adjust,
i try.
compromise
has
always
been an
option.
i abhor
cliches
but i live
with
them.
i've
never
been
content
with
mediocre,
but the
earth
somehow
expects,ordinary,
to
suffice.
Words,
my tool,
gift and
weapon.
i always
seem to
be at
odds
with the
elements,
my
supposed
wingman.
Money,
the fuel
of
existence,
i desire
above
others
In a
nutshell,
there
goes my
reflections.
Rather,
some of
it.
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