you shouldn't have to mask yourself -- you were never going to be him. and that's not pessimistic; it's genetic.
you weren't built for perfection, it's an ideal you can't hold in your hands -- it slips through slender fingers, and it isn't it better to be a spectacle?
you pride yourself on this ideal, this true blue, this one, this something; and where does it get you?
in my eyes, the weirder the better. you were never made to be a mundane man.
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