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Grasping

Looking for what feels right A loss of direction, standing at the edge of life's intersection. An ending is also a start, the question is "where is my heart?" The many options we oft take for granted, just because we aren't leveled does that make us slanted? Questions stir throughout my mind, was I made for this, is this this the right time? Looking for answers, I sit and I ponder hoping through this life I am not left only to wander. A place for me, could there be? Until I find the answers, I will continue asking until I find my destiny I will continue grasping.
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Jan 17, 2013
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