I no longer know what I am. Who I am. Who I want to be. No school now, my life. All to play for. Yet even home doesn't feel like home anymore, my heart is elsewhere; so are you. I'm only content when I'm with you, and even this is a feat. There you go again, months away. Leaving me empty handed, no where to go and no where to be. No one to be. Who am I?
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The musings of a wandering, very much in love perfectionist. x.DRB.x. Happiness >
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