I am opinionated. I believe only in myself. I fight for what I believe is right. I hate anyone like me. I give advice to people. I don't want to receive any.
I oppose them but I hate to be opposed. I argue. I just want
them to listen. I get pissed when they are noisy but I am noisy. I stir
dissension. I manipulate minds.
I test how persuasive I am. I present an argument. I let them
embrace it.
My words are sharp and even my jokes hurt. But one
thing is for sure I have a soft movable heart that celebrates for someone who
comes and cries for someone who goes. I see things differently. I say things
openly. I care for my loved ones.
I'll die for them.
My father fears the way I think but he loves how I understand
things. My mother appreciates how I deal with problems but hates how I take
them for granted.
Inside this beast is a jar of hearts filled with
love and acceptance by my friends, family and my God who sees more of the light
than of the shade that prevents the light to penetrate causing a shadow that
darkens that part of me. But still, I love to live.
I love to learn. I love to laugh. I love who I am.
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