Simplistic Pride


I was not meant to be a thing made of plain happenings and I am more, made up of many
unfolding, shrinking, expanding breaths
An impressive mind, vast in moments of creation, vanishing fear while stepping out despite insecuritie, uncertainties
Despite my trembling emotions, my faltering hands still carve out intelligent deigns, and will never be one who is left without conscious thoughts
I am what you are not


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