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Inside this body is a Deep thinker; a philosopher. Inside this mind is a free individual;<br />
a kindred spirit. What I long for is something that I cannot reach, nor get in tune with; <br />
barely even a graze on my skin when I hold out my hand. Why is it that I cannot just simply <br />
reach out and embrace it…? <br />
Why is it that I cannot just whisper its name and have its warmth <br />
engulf my cold and lifeless body. What I am is something that I am not. A mere puppet that I <br />
mold, shape, and manipulate into a person I imagine. <br />
When I close my eyes, the years and time that long since passed repeat in my head. Slowly they <br />
play, like a broken record. I yearn to dream of something new, fresh and alive. I yearn for the wind to caress my face, to play with my hair, for my eyes to see the sunrise that<br />
never came. My skin aches for Apollo’s touch and be cradled in the breeze. I wait for the time <br />
when the darkened sky is able to share my pain and drown me in the tears it sheds. <br />
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