I am me. I am no other, and no other is I.
Ali is an enigma, a constant, neverending search.
A spirit that wanders, and a soul that fades. Only to return ever stronger.
His mind searches for patterns within the chaos, music within the cacophony, order in turmoil, and enlightenment within the darkness.
His heart searches for his love within his hate, and his hate within his love, and all that lies inbetween. It searches for pleasure within pain, and fills his belly with hunger, and consoles him with a companion called longing.
His soul searches for moments of truth, in an endless sea of lies, for that spark of divinity that lie within all that is small. It searches for purpose amongst endless galaxies of probability, and it shuns the universe, thinking it limited compared to the infinite recesses within.
I'm also the typo king. And I like cheese.
6 of them wept:
I say, enjoy it.
Been there. Was terrible. I feel you.
so..u shud b hitting puberty soon?
AGAIN!
from a females perspective now which is infinitely funner my my my.
throw a tantrum. run. grow a pair (or another to complement whut u have) and walk away. tell them uve had it.
ur worth more.
it's ok... tis considered the norm here, no?
Fight back.
ouch!
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