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Feb 2021
Each year, my life changes
Seems to get more strange
With the choices that were made for me
And with the ones I made

Life seems like a question
I can’t answer
The more I try
The more I wander

I lost my way
With every step, every turn
With nothing to say
Nothing to expect in return

The things I loved
And the things I did
The way I looked
And the way I felt

And now I’m trying to find my way back
But I can’t find the track
To what made me happy
And to what made me me

I’ve lost it all
Once again
With nobody to call
While I lay here in pain

I hope someday I can find my way back
And then I will finally unpack
Into arms that feel like home
And love that feels like known
Written by
Shyne AM  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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