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Never Ending

My soul is a paradox

seeking happiness yet

rejecting the good.

Seeing the good but

accepting the bad.

Full of knowledge

while being fully disconnected.

Finding the beauty

in everything I pass—

But touching it, as it

dies.

Music is the peace I seek

but my soul finds itself listening to

Cigarettes After Sex.

A prodigy

of her biggest faults.

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