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Silence encompassing my once screaming thoughts, now thinking quietly of only you. Loving yet hating my transformation. Where from here? Tell me what to feel and I'll feel it. You're beautiful and I'll ruin you. I've done it before. Realizing my own selfish desires continuously propelling me forward. Smile awkwardly, cock your head to the side, and stare me down... back into my place. Ahhh, my place. Feeling so little like home for something I created myself, but it's not me. It represents nothing I want to be. I'll walk... out into the night, with this steady soft snow. Starting fresh, white, clean slate. Covering up what I never wanted to be.