I'm different. I'm so different I don't
really view myself as a whole person.
I view myself as a soul, sent to make a
difference for the better in this world,
who was given a body that's mine but
not mine.
Like I'm lending it or something. Dust to dust and all that.
I mean,
I guess I look okay, but I couldn't care less if my life depended on it.
I
mean, like, my body doesn't play any part in what I'm meant to do.
It's just my
vessel for getting it done.
Like a pencil for my artwork and a violin for my
music.
You know what I mean?

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