Storms are coming,
they try to ruin my roots.
I'm always fighting,
but can not anymore.
Risking it all, with hope
to find myself.
I've got all I could dreamt of,
so, why am I not happy?
Still, I am here, lost and insecure,
trying to find a place where I belong.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Storms are coming,
they try to ruin my roots.
I'm always fighting,
but can not anymore.
Risking it all, with hope
to find myself.
I've got all I could dreamt of,
so, why am I not happy?
Still, I am here, lost and insecure,
trying to find a place where I belong.
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