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I feel so absurd.

Hot, yet cold.

At peace, with an inner rage.

Constantly at war with myself.

Content, yet jealous.

Loved, but hated.

Beautiful, but scarred.

Confident, yet always looking behind.

Smiling, with a heart full of sadness.

Musical, but a little out of tune.

Will I ever win this fight?

To know there is black and white;

no more shades of gray.

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