I run from order like my life depends on freedom. I crave structure and boundaries like my soul depends on being held. Randomness and curiosity drive me. Patterns are omnipresent. I want to follow what feels good but my course distracts by way of existential loneliness that must be expressed and released. Mourning, wailing and weeping are my guides. Laughter, touch and dance are my rewards.
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