Searching.
Always searching.
It seems something is missing and it's right there at the tip of my fingers but it keeps slipping, slipping away.
My fingers must covered in butter because I can't hold on to anything. It. Whatever is missing.
Curiosity. Curious about everything. Interesting. Everything is so damn interesting.
Why can't I find what I'm searching for?
Why can't I figure out what I'm missing?
Everyday the desperation gets stronger and stronger.
Running. Barreling through me like a stampede. Crashing into the deep recesses of my mind. Tearing apart everything I do. Everything I think.
How can I stop it from ripping me apart from the inside out?
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