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So often I'm gripped by the feeling of restless yearning.
The feeling I'm out of place is so strong,
The idea that home is waiting for me somewhere possesses me.
Begs me to get up out of bed,
To leave my life behind and find it.
A part of me is missing and i need to find it to be whole
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
