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Nov 2015
I am not here to stay and make my home in you, or with you.
I am nomadic.
I will tell you how much I love you knowing that I'll be gone the next day.
There are so many paths and I'm on my way, wherever I come to find myself I promise it's not for long, and I will not change.
This is for the best.
The sadness is taking over me.
Secret Poet
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Secret Poet  24/F
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