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Difficult it is,
Defining your own thoughts,
More challenging it's been,
Encountering the thoughts of another,
The thirst to know, my instability,
It remains the shrill ghost that surrounds me.

Soul agrees with heart, its closest friend,
They whisper together indignantly,
Requesting the revelation of your secrets,
Demanding the truth written by your emotions,
Begging the liberation of your sentiments.