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I stop. I look. I listen. What do I see?
A life of a girl I do not I know. She seems logical and romantic at the same time. She is an oxymoron, full of contradictions. Not a hypocrite, but a confusion all in her own. She is sincere but complex. She sometimes makes mistakes, but always tries to fix them the best way she knows how. She tries to please but somehow still disappoints. She tries to balance but every once in a while she crashes. She rarely falls but when she does she hits rock bottom. She loves her friends and family, but is so unsure of what she calls home. She feels urges she can't control, but she is always striving to maintain order in her life.
She wants love, she fears love. She wants answers but she likes the mystery of an unanswered question.
It's as if she herself has become an unanswered question, however the mystery is no longer appealing. Her desire to know and define herself has become this overpowering urge that she can't stop. She looks. She listens. But she can't stop.
A life of a girl I do not I know. She seems logical and romantic at the same time. She is an oxymoron, full of contradictions. Not a hypocrite, but a confusion all in her own. She is sincere but complex. She sometimes makes mistakes, but always tries to fix them the best way she knows how. She tries to please but somehow still disappoints. She tries to balance but every once in a while she crashes. She rarely falls but when she does she hits rock bottom. She loves her friends and family, but is so unsure of what she calls home. She feels urges she can't control, but she is always striving to maintain order in her life.
She wants love, she fears love. She wants answers but she likes the mystery of an unanswered question.
It's as if she herself has become an unanswered question, however the mystery is no longer appealing. Her desire to know and define herself has become this overpowering urge that she can't stop. She looks. She listens. But she can't stop.