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To My Future "Door"
physically i'm drained
mentally unframed
losing my mind
lost and trying to find
but what am i looking for?
knocking on each closed door
seems lately i'm feeling empty
stuck wondering "who is the real me?"
smiling through this misery
but then i met you -
my sadness, distant memory
and i didn't have a clue, my heart destined for you
happiness then truly gained
i'm no longer ...
Sunday 11th March 2018 2:26 am
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