I've been told I'm a walking contradiction.
Stuck between two different worlds. Hanging in the middle, waiting. Forever.
Fierce and delicate.
Beautiful and messy.
Hopeful and hopeless.
Caring too much and not giving a fuck.
Serious and not serious enough.
Creative and dull.
Romantic and practical.
Optimist and realist.
I've learned to accept this, because I know I can't change it.
I'm subject to everything, and sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me.
But no, I just feel every thing so much. I'm like a Chameleon. Changing colors to blend in with my background.
It's how I deal with feeling every thing so deeply. I blend into my surroundings.
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