If i knew where i was going next,
i wouldnt be taking so many naps,
or writing all these things,
trying to devine my future
in pillow cases
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions
of each day,
only a little bit numb.
I am the inevitable wanderer.
The girl who always says
goodbye,
but never knows
how to leave.
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