And I don't want anyone to know.
This wanderlust has got me reeling;
I am begging for a new start.
But can I stay?
I've never been able to before.
My travels are visits and habits, never routine.
I am no one.
I am nowhere.
You can't miss me that way.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
And I don't want anyone to know.
This wanderlust has got me reeling;
I am begging for a new start.
But can I stay?
I've never been able to before.
My travels are visits and habits, never routine.
I am no one.
I am nowhere.
You can't miss me that way.
I'm tired of me. I'm sick of me. For all intents and purposes: I am not me.
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