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The chase

Growing up I was taught that I was without
so I searched far and wide
eager to find that which I was missing.
Seemingly I was coming closer
but as I reached to grab it
it always slipped out of my hands.
In exhaustion I simply gave up,
laughing as I realized
it was the surrender I was chasing.




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Publicerad 2017-05-23 12:01



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