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they call me a madmanbecause i enjoy life. they burn me at stakebecause i enjoy the imaginary. they suffocate me in watersbecause i want to swim against the current. they throw rocks at mebecause i don’t care about love. they flay my skinbecause i dare to love myself. tell me, am i witch because iContinue reading “madman”

The Question of Uniqueness: Pondering the Asinine

I have since I entered middle school searched long and far to the answer of uniqueness. Perhaps I should start off with a question. After all, you cannot have an answer, but not a question. The question of uniqueness is a simple one. It is one of the ages. It is one that constantly plaguesContinue reading “The Question of Uniqueness: Pondering the Asinine”