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I Woke Up On An Airport Floor


Adventure always calls,

I have learned to let it break down my walls.

 

I travel far and wide,

Open to new ideas and experiences is an example of my pride.

 

I have gained new skills and confidence,

Navigating foreign lands and learning the ways of the populous.

 

Hostels, Stand-by’s, and making new friends are the ingredients for my wanderlust,

Everything works out in the end, so for that I have learned to trust.

 

Booking my next ticket,

Because freedom, opened eyes, and overcoming challenges are what I exhibit.

 

I have found that travel is what brings me happiness,

And for that, I am flawless.

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