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Thee Anomaly's Closet


Pain is the gateway to new perspectives

I've always been a lover of deep things

Things that bring forth emotion, provoke thought, reveal fears and shed light on ugly truths of reality

I am a bundle of versatility

I am light, dark, rainbows, sunshine, 

butterflies, moons, stars, galaxies, universes 

I am words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, and books

I am weird, different, parodoxical, an anomaly

I am transparent, open, closed, an introvert, an extrovert

I am beauty and I am a fucking mess

Proud to be thee

And when I make my grand exit there will NEVER be another ME

I am the depth that I search for in movies, books, and conversations

The journey to me is overwhelming, it's like an endless maze

A strong as web that I, the spider threaded with great precision

And now Im stuck.

Stuck in challenges, stuck in action, stuck in growth

Understanding my misunderstandings

Riding my own waves til I'm tired

Getting carried away in my tide

And drowning in my ocean

Until I learn to swim

 

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