When I want to express my emotions, I end up just laughing. If society knew they would deem me insane. I laugh hysterically as I burn myself. I giggle as I get catcalled. I chuckle as I watch you love her. It is halarius to think that something of no value, if one heed to call a waste of space as a title of greater value, such  as"I" could have any impact. Results do not come from me, however conflicts and suffering do. Therefore, would "I" be innacurate to assume that a being, as low as can be, is the equivalent of a parasite?

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