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Somewhere Far

Sometimes I think I'm far from where I want to be in life.

Maybe I'm stuck in some ways,

In patterns created over the years.

But I've seen myself leave places and people,

With a little piece of my heart,

Yet never feeling empty,

Because I'm somehow full with hope and love.

To give and to receive.

Though more giving happens often,

But what kind of love expects to be loved back, right?

But, I'm here,

Far from where I want to be,

In life and in love,

Figuratively and literally.

Because I know,

I'm meant for more,

And it is right whatever this is,

For now.

Because I'm right where I need to be,

Because if I don't be here I won't be somewhere else too,

But, I know I'm going somewhere far.


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