I know too much and I know too little. The desires within me are tempered and yet too wild, like an ecosystem constantly shifting and changing. I am too young and inexperienced, yet too old and wise for much of anything to be a surprise, and yet I'm surprised all the same. Serene like a pool of water yet violent like an exploding volcano, my sense of peace is constantly fleeting, yet the peace I know comes from the familiar constant battle within. I spend long days working towards my future yet forgetting to live in the moment, but the moment in which I live builds the basis for my future. Stars twinkle within my eyes, and sun sets in a fiery death. The blackness encroaches on my soul, yet it still feels lighter than a feather and brighter when I let it glow. I am happy with who I am, yet sad all the same for the journey to who I want to be seems endless, a winding road I must travel alone. I have made many friends, yet lost just as much. My touch can be hotter than fire, but if tu...
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