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if i were asked to write about myself on a piece of paper,
and to include everything that i like and dislike,
it wont be a book.
it'll just be an empty piece of paper.

i wonder whether if it's a norm
to feel that empty for that long.

for years i've been searching for the purpose of life
it doesn't seem fruitful.

with all the complications around me
through observations and experimentation,
it's safe to say that the world outside is dangerous
it's a fact where it'll never change no matter when.



i wanted to shine
but i'd rather be just average.