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this is the first thing i've managed to write in the past 6 years. i'm knocking off rust. . .
I wrote this poem for the wonderful couple that adopted me when I was almost seven months old.
Feeling so unsatisfied. 'But what do you feel so unsatisfied about?' I honestly don't know. I cant figure it out.
Oh to be a child again.... But, even as an adult, there are child-like thrills to chase. Everything you are, your 'ness', your mind and body can be traced back to that precious time. Everything has nostalgic potential, if you're willing to think. Nostalgia is so warm.