human
Whenever I finish composing a song I hate it
Whenever I finish writing an essay I disagree with it
Whenever I'm home I dream of more
Whenever I travel I want to go home
Whenever I argue a point I believe the opponent even more
Whenever I learn something I think of all I don't know
Whenever I yell at my sister I love her
Whenever my mind screams in pain my heart flutters with a sick joy
call it confusion, call it flip-flopping, call it wishy-washy, call it uneducated, opinion-less, and afraid.
but it is this ability to mold and to question and to never know and to never be right that makes me human.
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