Confliction pulling at me night and day,
Besiege upon my soul,
Pushing me further and further away.
I cannot stay here to grow old.
Feeling like a prison in which I must stay,
This place I call home.
Leading to such bittersweet misery,
And desire to escape and roam.
~SS
11/5/17
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SunSearcher (
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Great write
Thank you! 🙂
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