The anatomy of my existence derives from the resilient creation to bring out the finest one. Controlling my pre-destined destination is not a good idea. My life may be sarcastic and cynics are not welcome. I am scampering around the world while the wind pushing my back, ironic but I am standing still. My neurons are transmitting wrong impulses to my system and bringing skeptic thoughts to my core. I am suffering from delusion that I can command an imp to grow.
Someone is telling me that I am so mean, but I don’t accept the product of an arbitrator wits. My feet has a mind of his own which can lead me to the astounding places or otherwise. I decide according to my will and no one can break it, my substance is dumb to accept others’ logical thoughts. I can face the eye of the storm and with no lexis; I can touch the source of its power for annihilation. My smile is deceiving… beware. My heart is out of my control and I am scared I might fall for my obliteration. I am strong spiritual life form and believe that emotion is better than intellect. It is not easy to love the real me if you can’t accept my moral fiber. I want to change the world with no hostilities and pain. I am a dreamer but lethargic to pursue. I am fair and just to everything; that’s my strength. I may not be that sociable, but I am a good friend. Take me or say never mind; I don’t even care.

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