The Slums

Watching people get ostracized always make me reflect on myself.  We all have less savory parts of ourselves…maybe not even unsavory, just unknown, weird to people who arent familiar with that given world.  Why should we feel we have to hide these parts of our identities?  Why do we all have secret selves?  Why do we try and make our complex existence so simplistic?

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