Alone, Wanderlust, and Free.
Surviving for myself in a world alone.
Living for myself until my heart decides to come home.
I love my father
I admire my mother, yet I cannot stay.
I am a wanderlust girl in a beautiful world.
unearth me in a foreign country ready to explore.
I am the moon, the sun, and the stars.
I am free.
Please,
let me be.
-m.h.
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