Officially I am not as I am. My life is filled with wasted potential. Really I can do better. And this is where my journey finally begins. The cry for nonconformity. A life with no description and full realization of disconnection. Being in a reality one is not. Living freely differently. Do as one can separate from others. Being nondescriptive. Associate with self, and not the other. Following what I see and hear. Taste and smell. And so it begins again, but when does it end?
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