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The Wandering child


I finally settle down only to be moved again.

Never capable of living my life.

Never able to call one place my home.

For every time I do I am awaken to reality.

 

We tell them we are overcome with joy.

We hide our pain behind a mask of lies.

We lie to them to keep smiling.

We are forever bound to this never ending cycle.

 
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