Complexity Why must humans be so complex? Blast...why must I be so complex? I always remember the day some of my desires were titled ‘petty’ by more than one of my comrades. How crude... Amy commented, “there are more things to worry about than that.” I lack such a care for that comment now. I should remain undisclosed about the things that most encompass me. Silent of my struggle to cope with my mental misfortune. And silent of my inability to see the point of human existence. This is why I do not want to induce in human experience and the everlasting depth thereof? I do not even want to utter this to my comrades. I do not fear losing them. I see a pointlessness of saying my words. Am I having another intriguing moment? What do my words mean to the victim who has read them? I wonder... We need to draw attention to our most complex human beings. Survey, survey!
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