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Reaching for you

Reaching for you

 

I don’t understand my life

why these aches why this job

what’s now

 

I’m going to make a break

For that unspoiled acreage 

You’ve got

 

Lost in forests, down over hills 

Gliding through backwoods

Knee deep in mud

 

You can visit my city 

Clean busses run on time

Got scary parts unsafe at night

 

But I don’t understand my life 

Somehow it moves forward

Sometimes momentum’s all we got 

◄ Stronger

Onto the next miscalculation ►

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Angel whisperer indigo child x

Wed 21st Aug 2019 14:07

love it

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Robert C Gaulke

Wed 31st Jul 2019 11:42

Cheers, Josie

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Josie

Wed 31st Jul 2019 10:21

I found this really moving. You describe a feeling I can really relate to. Thank you.

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