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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry#1 - The Id.

Hello there. How are you? Let me tell you a little about myself.

I have an unmatched appreciation for laughter.
An immense craving for intellect.
A desire for self discovery.
A penchant for the unknown.
The curiosity of a kitten.
A hunger for creativity...

I've never been lucky in love,
nor have I been unlucky.
I have just been in it. Love.
Every moment, every act, every verse...

I've fallen so many times and gotten back up inspite of it.

I think too much yet I am gravely impulsive.

My deepest thoughts are spoken with my eyes.
And my laughter is my heart.
I feel...
I feel with my soul.
And I live through my mind.

I am spontaneous, unusual and... me.

I am whimsy and stories and art.

I am sad songs and abrasive humour.

I am honesty.
I am pain.
I am doubt and contradiction.

I am strength and rejuvenation.
Belief and fight.

I am many things...
most of them indescribable.

Put simply, I am human...
Every day.
Just human.

-Y. Salmon

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