Wilding out
I am a wild man. I claim it with pride. I wish to stay like this person, though if I do, I will lose my true identity. I am a prankster, many call. They say, "Your not funny at all." Yet I put up a front, to please you people, for without exposure, I am just feeble being. I want to become better, and stay like that. But even if I do such, am I really wrong for that?
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