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The Breaks

Who am I, and where do I belong?
I often find myself hugging those questions
where is this peace and tranquility some speak of
why must it hide from me

I want to be able to lay in bed and not worry
to be free of sheep type stresses
paying for air to feed my lungs,
and yet the birds fly free

I'm lost I can admit that
my path is riddled with misdirection
some days I cringe at the sun
wanting, something unattainable

forced into a minimalistic lifestyle
I carry few objects and even less faith
I wanted and therefore I don't anymore
the stars are just aligned that way



Written by nikkimoe
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