Weary, the world gnaws at my soul.
Still searching, for what I don’t know.
The days seem to drag by,
...but the time, it flies.
I am complete in that I smile, I live, I learn.
And yet…
...it feels as if every other breath is stolen from me,
...the rhythm that completes my dreams.
A touch not yet felt but all too familiar,
...a part of my soul stashed away in another.
I search for that piece that may never be found,
For it’s all I can do until the clock finally winds down.
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