Identity
Searching, looking lost.
Wintry, snowy frost.
The snowflakes fall down upon my face.
This cold weather I stand and embrace.
Walking on the fresh snow,
I leave the mark of my footsteps as I go.
Walking on an unknown path to wherever it may lead me,
Trying to find out who I really am, trying to find my identity.
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