Harmony In Waiting
My soul in search of peaceful splendor.
As I look into the abyss I find a calm come over me I did not know existed.
My memories are borrowed from a life that belongs to an extrovert to whom there is a guarantee of popular opinion.
If a secret is kept it is denied immortality.
Somebody feels the same way you do which means you can never truly be original.
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