finding identity in passion

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sunset reflecting in the windows of nearby houses.

and it is until i look at my creations, at the words and art desperately scribbled onto the walls of my room. until i stare at the midnight stars, feeling a melancholic type of love I have never before felt and ache to feel again. until i drown myself in poetry and literature, consuming words sweeter than honey. it is until then that i wonder who i am.

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