Rather Emotivist in my beliefs, or not, as the case may be.
Cynical.
I am not...
A Communist.
A Genius.
Mentally perfect.
A capitalist.
A smoker.
Deluded enough to think I am unique, individual, or a special snowflake. I am a collection of chemical processes and carbon-based matter.
Perfect.
A drug user.
A metalhead, scene kid or any sort of tool that attempts to attach themselves to a clique willingly. I am whatever you attempt to claim I am, rightfully or wrongly.
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