Searching for something I cannot find
Running inside of my escape
I prefer the cold
The breeze is silent, non-demanding
as it caresses my cheek and plays with my curls
The constant pull between feminine and masculine
How tiresome it becomes - how bored I am
Always saying one thing - yet producing another
The game - hiding from honesty
Why is the truth so hard?
We lie even to ourselves -
Do we all live the lie
Is chaos the answer
Can I just please find silence and peace
or will I never find what I am searching for...
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