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Fainting desperately into nothing I found my something Aboard a train cross-country But I was surely running Away from myself and that horrible reality I realized Triangles and circles Spelling out my future before my eyes Like a puzzle I did not have to decide- The pieces fell into place In their own pace Handless mindless motions Mona Lisa smiled at me All astrology gazed down for me Finding me on my righteous path to glory And the moon willed itself As my godmother It’s true ancestor, gleaming Heart outstandingly beating I, it’s horrible hot-minded child- Only a teen, yet it knew me all at once And accepted me For who I really was. My past rewrote itself My present formed: No tears, no mistakes The world helped me find my rightful place Amongst all the other familiar faces I could see myself in a crowd of millions, billions Differentiable at long last Even better, if only I could find that one person to hold tight And taint with my loving grasp.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Finding My Place
Fainting desperately into nothing I found my something Aboard a train cross-country But I was surely running Away from myself and that horrible reality I realized Triangles and circles Spelling out my future before my eyes Like a puzzle I did not have to decide- The pieces fell into place In their own pace Handless mindless motions Mona Lisa smiled at me All astrology gazed down for me Finding me on my righteous path to glory And the moon willed itself As my godmother It’s true ancestor, gleaming Heart outstandingly beating I, it’s horrible hot-minded child- Only a teen, yet it knew me all at once And accepted me For who I really was. My past rewrote itself My present formed: No tears, no mistakes The world helped me find my rightful place Amongst all the other familiar faces I could see myself in a crowd of millions, billions Differentiable at long last Even better, if only I could find that one person to hold tight And taint with my loving grasp.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
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