This is me

Alone, Lonely and not here
but still tied to the ground
No money
Always begging

With no hope of change
in sight
I wait
Knowing well my
limitation 
that will keep me
down on the slow
route to the land of the pas

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, March 2014, Poem

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