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Jan 2015
I long to travel,
but for a place to call my own.
I wish to find true love,
but for solidarity.
I dream of spontaneity,
but of stability.
Everyday, nostalgic,
but dreaming of tomorrow.

Praying for simplicity,
if not for contradiction.
I apologise, for I only wrote this a couple of minutes ago.
Hayley Paige Mitchell
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Hayley Paige Mitchell  Australia
(Australia)   
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