I miss this
The feeling of words flowing freely
No restrictions of politeness or structure
Like seeing a long lost friend or coming hoe
Coming back to yourself
I ache to stay this way
Here where y troubles feel so far away
I'm afraid to lose this feeling
To return to that daily grind
The uncertainty of what to do
Or where to go from here
Life fees so simple
Siting at the lake
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