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There's a lot going on in my life and much more in my head. Thinking and rethinking these thoughts over and over. I searched for reasons, needing to explain things. It never brought me any solution, but is still keeping me busy. Writing is my way to express the confusion of not understanding. The paper accepts all my worries and insecurities. Still find it hard to surrender my deepest thoughts, but by putting them into rhyme they sound more approachable. Tangible enough to accept their existence, being truth or not. Life is not a choice; the only decision to make is how to live it. Every minute asks for conclusion, even to be undecided is a resolution. |