I tend to cling to people and things
When they no longer begin to mean the same to me
Because I'm afraid of letting go
I'm afraid of losing a part of myself
Or someone who used to be the world to me
I'm sorry that I'm so selfish
I can't decide if I know who I am anymore
Because if you asked me who I am
I would sit there in silence
Not sure what to do with myself
Or how to express the words in my heart
It seems I've lost myself
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Where do I go from here?
ПоэзияMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
