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I look in the mirror and quickly look away. If I stare, I might be sucked into the soul -searching eyes that stare back at me. They ask me the profound “what do you want?” question. I don’t think I really want to know. Or maybe, I want to know so bad that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to look myself in the eye and realize the true words that would actually form. Maybe, I have attempted this so many times that it’s frightening to go through this activity and yet answer myself in an unconvincing way. It’s like this feeling where you question the thoughts forming in your head. “Are they just clouds of nothingness or they hold the answer to what I’m looking for?”
