Questions About The Meaning Of Life
I am not who you think I am. You think you know me, but you do not. I am the lion trapped inside a lamb. I am the awkward silence in the middle of a conversation. I am the single piece of thread in an elaborate tapestry. I am the ever-present apparition that remains untouchable. Who am I?
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