No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell