A million apologies.
My eternal spirit, beyond comprehension didn't fit into your pre-conceived, neat little categories.
This means you can't just affix your label of something lower than yourself on me so you can just dismiss me.
This means you may actually have to ask ME who I am instead of assuming you know even one thing about me before judging (and judging falsely I might add) .
This means that just because YOU don't get it, doesn't mean that it's not valid or even miles beyond your journey.
Stinking, selfish, convenient pride and the lies it tells
in its attempt to make the truth fit into one of its neat,
little categories of lies so it could label and dismiss.
I'm forever one of those 'originals'.
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