Be
Aim to be.
Strive to be.
Live to be.
But why?
How can we be something if all social stanards thrive to categorize us?
I know that I am not perfect
You are not perfect
But yet we are all beautiful creations?
No!
You are more than a description
I am more than a word
Together, we are more than machines made from devine hands
So reach with me
Whoever you are.
Whoever YOU choose to be.
Reach with me and embrace this existence.
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