To many places have I been, and yet, not enough to say where I come from. I have lived a thousand lives, and yet not one had made me happier than the one before it. Millions of things I have done, choices have I made, and yet not one is really what I want in life. So much pain I have seen, and none of it gets better. Thousands of eyes stare back at me, but only a few have stayed. Many lamentations have I made, and not one of them have been truly heard.
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
