Thirty day's, I'll be free
In thirty days completely
Leaving the beautiful but familiar
The only anchor I had
The scenery and family.
Thirty day's till I can start new
Be who I am, Finally true.
This city and these people
A creativity sapping flu
Thirty more days
Until I can be true.
Now,
New belongings
New beginnings
New friends
New surroundings.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Thirty day's, I'll be free
In thirty days completely
Leaving the beautiful but familiar
The only anchor I had
The scenery and family.
Thirty day's till I can start new
Be who I am, Finally true.
This city and these people
A creativity sapping flu
Thirty more days
Until I can be true.
Now,
New belongings
New beginnings
New friends
New surroundings.
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