I can't be somebody else.

I can't be indifferent. I can't quit my conscience. Can't give up my ways either. I can't be materialistic. I don't want to be only a physical attraction because what's inside me is what I can share, what I can give, what is so much more important than the length of my legs.
Bodies don't appeal to my soul. People who feed on flesh only either.
I can't stop doing things the way I do. I can't think the way others do just to belong somewhere. I can't be like them. I refuse to make myself simpler in order to be easily read. I don't want to be considered something I'm not.

Take my thoughts for what they're worth.

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