walking oxymorons...
Are we not all walking oxymorons? Or the very least we are often oxymorons at some point.
Arrogantly humble, timidly brave, happily sad, hating to love, stupidly smart...
But do people know that they are oxymorons? That there is hardly any clarity of black and white, that we all thread amidst the massive grey?
Uncle T
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