That Feeling
It's not a person
A place
Or a thing
It's the feeling in my heart,
when all my friends are laughing
It's the late night talks
The evening car rides,
with music blaring
It's the feeling in my heart,
when I know I belong
It's knowing that I have loved,
and been loved
It's being wild,
and free,
and who I want to be
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