Rascals

They are me and I am them

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They live with me or should I say, within me.

Sometimes they are men and sometimes they are women. Sometimes they are young and sometimes not so much. They are white and black, sometimes they are not even humans.

They show up whenever they want. They come for a second or for an entire day. Most of them are not very friendly. They are ready to break the law.

Rules — that’s not what they follow — freedom is their aim.

There are those who are full-on psychos but those come from our domain. They are mentally damaged, they went through a lot of pain. They make crude jokes, some have massive egos.

I like them, they are my mirror. They show me what is there, deep inside. That day when they will leave me, it will be the day when I will cease to exist.