Pause of polarity interchange
Between confidence and insecurity
lies this cold, barren land of fragility.
Dead branches of inability,
cold air coated with repression,
white wolves disguising fear with aggression.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Sometimes it’s almost like I see the way out:
the Caribbean of confidence.
There’s another exit too
the desert of insecurity.
I’m not used to either of those climates.
I’ll stay here.
Maybe you can tell me about them.
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