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Oct 2010
All around me seasons change,
yet I am left quite the same.

Restless, hopeful, wanting more,
scratching endlessly at the door.

People come and go,
moving slowly with the flow.

Here am I alone in the sea,
an exile island just for me.
Written by
Emily Coon
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