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My translucent privilege outshines my inner demons and to many, that was enough to define me.

Façades are carefully constructed to relieve the world and ourselves from the overwhelming pretentious pity and criticisms.

Although, the temporary relief subtly forms mazes that make it impossible for us to find our true selves.

Whenever I talked about myself, it always felt as if I was carving a new memory.

A memory best suited for the people to hear.

I forgot what my memories were originally.

The unfiltered, raw, and not satisfying enough for others to hear version.

I miss that.

An oil spill of predisposed negative thoughts are embedded within the back of my mind,

I refuse to succumb to such nature.

But, they persistently try to congeal together into something bigger than myself.

I am not scared of the world, but I am scared of the Oil War that only consists of me,

alone at the frontlines.