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The Search

A less common type of anxiety is,

feeling like you're constantly searching for something,

but having no idea what is you're looking for–

only knowing that there is something missing–

and never finding it.


I guess

I’ll keep putting one foot

in front of the other,

and continue to search

for something that I don’t know is real.


Because,


what other choice do I have?


-C.H.

 
 
 

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