My contradictions and I walk with a swagger. I am part of what I criticize. There is no escaping the whip of the tail, if I want to do things. Yet, I miss those moments where I can just look at myself and not recognize anything except myself. So the temptation to openly view and be viewed, and then project on to others, is always hovering. Yet it does nothing for me.
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