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May 2015
I was following my mind like a map,
a forgotten compass that would give me a sense of
direction. Hoping to be found,
paradoxically, becoming all the more lost
than I had been before. Because I was becoming
a stranger to familiar lands, embracing the heart
of a sailor who departed foreign shores
setting sail
with ambition and strength
all aboard.
aurorahopes
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