one year older, and none the wiser.
a transplant from a land far away,
part of me here, part of me there.
made a pretty good nest for myself
not sure I picked the right place.
making connections, losing connections...
finding love, losing love.
my heart is weak, losing the fight
wanting so much to be loved while building walls.
does bad always have to follow good?
does pain always follow happiness?
wishing love was never found...
hoping it will find me.
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