I wish to be normal.
I wish to be extraordinary.
I wish to be human.
I wish to be civilized.
I wish to be good.
I wish to be bad.
I wish to be great.
I wish to be terrible.
I wish to be sweet.
I wish to be bitter.
I wish to be young.
I wish to be old.
I wish to be mature.
I wish to be childish.
I wish to be humorous.
I wish to be serious.
Why can't I find anything in between?
Why is everything black and white to me?
Help me, please.
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Paralyzed
PoetryOkay, this started out as a thought book, turned into a rant book, and so far, it's become a thought book again. How many other changes will it go through, I don't know, nor do I care. This is sort of a public journal but not really because I hate t...
