I don’t dare to find you from the ambiguous pool of people. He asks which one is you, I’m not sure. Describe her, he says; there are no words. This city, this world is a pancake stuffed with humans and I’m scared, scared to seek you. It’s a horrifying search, I get claustrophobic in crowded places and I get even more terrified when this thought walks into my mind, screaming, yelling that you might be breathing around me but I close my eyes. He asks if I’m lost; I’ve always been.
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