I told you I wanted more.
From childhood I have been a seeker.
We chase.
Pursue.
We run to the edge of reason and jump off.
You knew when you met me, my dirty feet gave me away.
I am a gypsy.
We run.
Disappear.
We pack everything and move.
I have taken me back.
There are no pieces that you may have.
Do not try to hold me back.
Perhaps dream of life beyond default.
Grace at last.....
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