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Feb 2022
One more move to go
One more box to pack
One more city
Time ticks by
Making me count the days
Struggling in this sea
but still swimming with my head above water
The idea of moving is terrifying
And the uncertainty of home
only adds to this torment
Soon I will know what I can call home
Soon I will finally walk across the stage
Soon everything will fall into place
Just have to move first.
Writing of the Unknown
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