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Who am I? A question that propels me forward yet without clear direction. I search for the essence that defines me. Where does my strength lie? What is my purpose? Where do I wander when knowledge eludes me? And where it is found? How do I channel my energy, and to whom do I grant my ear, heart, and voice?

I stumble through the corridors of my own thoughts as if entering a room with intentions that dissipate upon arrival. What remains is a mental emptiness, a comforting shroud that may smother or disregard me entirely.

Unsorted feelings cavort within me, perennially awake and dormant. They scream, caw, and laugh, indifferent to external influences and the encompassing world. The attempt to decipher, categorize, or even acknowledge them proves futile. The vacant emotions project from my eyes, and persistently, I feel the deep brown hue of my iris darkening day by day.
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Thus, the perennial question emerges: How does a truly good person sculpt their emotions? Are they molded like soldiers, standing in formation to confront every battle without fear? Organized like meticulous documents, neatly filed, marked, and annotated to preserve order? Or do they run free like wild creatures reveling in the spring amidst nature's bloom?

Or perhaps the answer lies buried, where all emotions converge?
 
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Yeah, it's better if you create a single thread for these kind of short stories/snippets, rather than making a thread for each of them.
 

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