Introspection

I am mature, yet full of childishness

I am extrovert, yet socially awkward 

I like going outdoors, dancing, playing and yet I love the silence with fairy lights, books and coffee

I love the morning sky but at the same time I love the darkness 

I am full of oxymorons, an irony in itself 

But why do I need to fit in a box

When being like this makes me the happiest 

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