Slowly but surely, winter is fading away, replaced with a tinge of warmth in the air. Somehow though, it's getting colder inside me. Is it because my foolish pride won't even tolerate self-pity? I don't know... I bury my head and hug my knees, wondering for an answer...
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Wandering for an answer...
Even as I relentlessly pursue that strength to overcome myself, scattered thoughts manage to sneak inside. And yet, I wonder, is such perseverance too stubborn for words? Even when people turn their eyes from me, mine still try to watch their backs... even if their backs are all they show me, as they walk away. It's like being amidst the crashing crescendos of the waves against my feet, and yet, somehow, my heart won't budge. Even the wind blowing towards the sea seems to know better... to not to get lost today and head towards tomorrow.
But I don't want to talk about it.
If I say what I want, people push unreasonable demands onto me, rendering my emotions useless. So I retreat from the stereotypic facade. And yet, I wonder... am I in fact the one being unreasonable?
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