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April 17, 1999
Where I belong
causes
a vantage point
where the grass is greener
on the other side.
Where I belong
is a time and a place
I just can't seem to
get a handle on.
Where I belong
seems to be a person
dead and gone,
or ignoring my eyes.
Where I belong
I haven't figured out yet
and I've already known,
all at once.
Where I belong
can't be too far from here
yet I can't reach it.
Where I belong
promises to be blissful,
but the road there
hurts,
and the only scenery
is a mountain full of doubts.
Why is it so hard
to say what I know
is the truth
and to live what I know
is my dream,
to run to who I know
is
Where I belong.


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