Tonight i sit.
people in
pairs;triplets;
together: creating
me: alone
waiting;or procrastinating
it’s hard to tell
when
you’re
lost
somewhere
betweenthe
wilderness
and the cityis where i rest
yet unrest
has uprootedthis loneliness
this
strong
desire
to know
and be knownto love
and be loved-This poem was written by someone else, but reflects my soul.
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