Universal I
A flurry of
bustling feelings
fill me with
familiar sighs.
Hope.
Stress.
Joy.
Pain.
Each has its
own melody.
Experience sings
these age-old
tunes.
Millions have
felt the same.
Anticipation.
Reflection.
Memories.
Regrets.
The flashbacks
and daydreams
filling our lives
recall us to
who we are.
I.
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