No more do I get excited for too long.
No more do I get disappointed from anyone.
I am searching for the joys and pains of my youth.
Perhaps I have matured, perhaps too soon.
People have come.
People have gone.
I think I'm just getting along.
It all must sound liberating,
It all must feel good.
Yet something is bothersome.
Something missing from this adulthood.
I'm not so sure.
I feel a bit lost.
I'm searching for self.
I think that's a must.
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