I used to believe everything was black and white.
I was wrong.
Sometimes, there is no right or wrong answer.
There are gray areas.
A lot of them.
So many that they cloud my vision,
And I can not see straight,
And I walk in circles
Searching for answers I can not find.
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Feeling after Midnight
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