I've been blown by a resilient feeling.
It took me back to where I was blown from.
I found nothing but memoirs.
I found nothing but a place called "home".
I keep floating unconsciously.
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the found one
PoëzieLost and found: This mind of mine is filled with his thoughts and my memories... This person I am is so close to me, but at times I cannot even feel my own presence. There is always an endless feeling of running away from me. I am a fool expecting...
