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Still...
i ask myself often,
"can you not feel the protest within your own heart?" feathered hands pull at my essence, trying to tear down my walls. (indifference) i see the truth of my soul, and i fight against it. i wage a war against myself that may not end. i see beginnings and i choose paths with much insight, yet... i still do not achieve all that which i want. is this an illusion? am i tricking myself? and if so, should i trust what i know or not? always questions. never answers. but it's ok, cause i know. I know the truth. i know you. still.... |