Yet I just realize that we maybe all strong on the outwardly perception yet who among us can claim

We have mask which we prefer to be iron or steel, yet beneath that shield is a fragile face so vain from falling apart. At at end of each day we go home to rest our shattered and broken souls and finally we took off the superficial us… yet sad as it can be that we loose the thought of finding strengths from within and fight on equal ground as we rather close our eyes and get enough sleep just to stand another day of representation.
Truth is…I’m a baby who needs to be cuddle and hates it at the same time. I’m a moron who hates instruction but needs it posted in my forehead. I’m a grown up trapped in a young mind…a primitive men caged in a matured mind.
With that… I sense that we are stumbling because we are mix

OUR EXPERIMENT…HIS’ MASTERPIECE.
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