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looking at everything like never before
losing the focus that once was so sure
everything cherished and everything loved
is turning into things I am no longer sure of

missing the security that once held me down
free, but deep down, wishing I was at least kind of bound
to something because solitude can be so alone
although it’s meant to strengthen the stone

I’ve realized that that is no longer for me
and finding someone is my only true need
but not too much
just enough
to keep always in my mind
the question of love

and if I’ll ever find what I’m really looking for
or if I have to give up
to get washed up to the shore