maybe

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Sometimes I don't belong
and then I start thinking
that maybe
maybe my soul wasn't made for this world
that maybe
maybe some pieces of me got lost
and never found their way back.

But when I look at the night sky
and count the stars
when I feel sand under my feet
and hear the waves crashing
when I read a book
and get so lost in its world that I don't want to find my way back
then I feel
like maybe
maybe one of those tiny little pieces of me
found home.

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