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Feb 2016
I took a walk
A few miles
To ease my troubled mind
The longer I walked
The more my heart
Β took over my mind
Just then I realized
I've stormed the world
searching for what
I may never find
chasing world winds
twisted by these hands of time
Nearly lost my mind a thousand times
Searching for something
With these hands of mine,
Being lead by my heart from behind,
Hopeless romantic,
terrified by what I may find.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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