I like to surprise people, or turn their heads to the unexpected, unannounced and neglected.
What was my biggest achievements? What really made me feel, just a little bit alive. Writing of course.
The poetry that few people see... and perhaps out of my own choice too.
We all like to think we are victims of some sort. But I hate that arrogant streak. Yet I can't shake it off.
Everyone's got that 'group'. The friends that need you as much as you need them. Where are mine? Or is it that feeling of waking up and realizing how it's already too late? What then? Nobody posts about their solo adventures. Because that's just it. And so maybe there are so many others like me, who spent the new year's, sort of well alone.
I will keep at it. I don't ever want to lose. That touch of difference. I'm not like my brothers, or my friends, or anyone. I'm uncool.. and I'm proud.
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