I do what I do because I’m mad to live
Mad to experience the vivacity,
Mad to make mistakes.
Because being perfect is not me
Because I’d rather be Real than a nameless face liked by everyone
Because I can’t Fake it,
Because my emotions are written on my sleeve as clear as the sky is blue.
Because every feeling is felt to the core.
Because I am human
A person who’s had too much experience,
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