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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Diversity I was born out of a number, Faces defining my world, and I've always been inclined to cumber the distress I witness at this berth against the figure. Yes, the figure that is and is not, because I have no culture, no heart, nor home. I am something light tricks to be, an illusion of diversity, the colour of your teething bone, the greatest profanity being humanity, I am much less-the unfortunate- the unknown. Words are nothing without your lips, and spite can't see without some tongue. So being human cannot reason without some puncture to the lung. If there is a God he is not here, the reliance of invisibility is one to me an unintelligibly cowardliness of fear. You want the air, to take care of what you said was your own will. You want new souls to suffer for an ancient bill. You want me to stand and say I am sorry for something I haven't done, when you're the one, who is ticking the times tables incorrectly. Today will be tomorrow and soon after the great past, If you don't want history to be seeded in misery then you should stand out and make it last. I was born out of a number, mathematically spiralled into life, and so far I still find it a struggle to understand the joy of waking. To be born is to be alone, To live is to be surrounded, To die is to be free, but for that you must work first. And I don't barter with this curse, if there is nothing- I may as well exist a little first. But what I can't compose is how I see these faces, where others separate by numbers, words and races, I only see one in the mirror: human.
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