I am a person devoid of reckless adherence to the rules.
there is jumping, and then there is leaping.
I’m a leaper.
There are shadows meant to follow us.
There are words meant not to be spoken, but to be yelled.
There is silence in the most beautiful moments of a lifetime,
and anger left lingering before bedtime.
We connect through our insides, and our outsides.
Just one big diffused noise echoing into the corners of existence.
There is loved to be shared, and taken, and held, and forgotten.
I am in love with hating myself.
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