This is my my life as I search for inner peace. Will I find the light before it finds me?
...snow is not the same as carving skin.
It will have to do.
Pounding...
...the earth with my feet is not the same as banging my head.
Holding...
...a memory of us is not the same as holding you.
This will never do.
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