This shit is getting crazy, but the craziness is not the point I’m reaching by now. I own myself and I won’t sell it even for three thousand billion pounds of gold.
Man, can you handle yourself? Picture: have you ever felt like there was another you inside? Or, like there were a plenty of you’s inside your head?
Suddenly, you head is aching, asking for changes because one of you’s is crying for some space. Then, you will start liking lemon ice creams…
I feel like I’m finally adding up my me’s… they’re becoming one, a big and strong one. The soon is coming up faster than the later, but time is slowing down.
I guess it’s good. Another day, I found out I was too big to fit frames. I found out I was too big to say any word for please. I found out people who like me really do like me… and they’re few ones I can support and I can stand.
Thanks for being myself and being a visionary.
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