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| I am like a piece of white paper. Plain and simple. No lines intercepting and always the same except for the gradual dulling color change that comes with age. There is no intracate web design sprawled out over my aura to block the view. There are no mazes or trap doors. No unexpected turns, twists or swirves in the road that can be seen through my eyes. There is no need for the effort used to cross an ocean, a gentle push will open up all doors only to reveal clouded emptiness. As a human, I am not deep but rather shallow. Easy to see through, translucent almost. You can view everything by simply looking, no digging required. This is perhaps why my heart aches in the night. Yearning for someone to ease me into the deep end. Needing for someone to curve the straight road and cover me with cobwebs. Hoping for someone to turn me into a secretive ocean. |
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