It's strange how much
I want to be
So many different things
At one time. It's
also strange that nobody
Will get over the
Fact that probably everyone
On this planet has
An aspect about themselves
Where they think: this
Isn't the way I
Want it to be.
That's facts.
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My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
