the only moment we were alone.

~ Wednesday, April 7 ~
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Play the part.

I am no better than anyone else, but I want to be. I’d like to be the one affecting, instead of the one effected.
I’m infected with everyone else, yet none are sick with my characteristics. For I am simply a compilation of other’s words and other’s ideas. I’d like an identity to my own, beliefs that are solely mine.
Sometimes, it helps to believe everyone else is similarly nothing but a composition.

Maybe, the things that truly define who we are are the things we choose to mix within ourselves.