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Reflections


She asked me once

What I was looking for

And I had no answer

Except I don’t know

And I started crying

Because suddenly

This idea of survival

Wasn’t enough anymore

I wanted to live

I was looking for life

But how could I tell her

The life she loved

Was the life I hated

So I closed my heart

Because suddenly

I was very cold

And I didn’t want

The chill to get in

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