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Feb 2014
Maybe I was not meant
for life uninterrupted,
and long years spent
in solution.

Maybe I was not born
to feel lasting friendship,
old faces now torn
from my devotion.

Maybe I am not here
to be a whole person,
instead but a tear
of half emotion.

Maybe I am just air
falling from the bridge,
never seen and barely there
in all of life's commotion.
I'm a mess.
©
Edward Coles
Written by
Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
250
   ---, victoria, --- and Diane
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