Minions, I come to you purging! I have practised till perfection and beyond it till permanence the act of looking for me.... when I was young, I was maybe behind that test grade, in this story, with those friends, in that mold.... when I was a bit older than young I was maybe in that protagonist, in this song, maybe I was unique and I was in the exact opposite of that mold..... now maybe I can be found in the patterns, maybe in people's views on me, maybe in my best produce rather than best state of being, maybe in conversations where practical strangers praise me on goodness I know I do not have, maybe in those most honest lies, maybe I am in my steadfast belief in their falsehood..... when I'm older maybe I will have found me already, maybe all I will have found are new nooks and crannies to look for me in. I honestly don't know any more if people are really supposed to find themselves, or if there is nothing to find, if our lives and our"selves" are simply built and designed by us along the way. Minions, against what people said to me over and over again, the older I am the less I know and the wider more complicated the places I need to look for me in get, and that... that is just not fun! I have practised till perfection, and beyond it till permanence and beyond those till meaningless the act of looking for me.... Minions, find me, or at least find meaning, till then I wander with you in apathy.
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