Oftentimes, I feel misplaced
torn apart, re-arranged and retraced.
I gaze up at the stars and wonder,
if my time on Earth had been a blunder.
I sit late nights by a crackling fire
and seek thoughts of which to inspire.
Oh, how my heart burns
with each and every moment the earth turns.
A gray sky serves as my umbrella,
as another "sigh" is added to my novella.
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