i dont like hurting people and i like helping people, yet when i die, i will be remembered for that flash for the good i was and hurt people for that good i was.
my paradoxical world asks me to build a balance and in that i lose my conscience, yet i build a logical world else i should lose my existance.
I still want to live, i am selfish, i am scared, i am a coward. yet there is that urge that scratches and pulls, thats howls and cries, that fights and screams to be let out.
I want nothing more than a whiff of freedom.
Only a whiff for it is new and too intoxicating, i know anymore will take me away.
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