Grid

My mind is off the grid, Out of the box

The morning is gone, but I am

Finding something to hold on to

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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

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Posted in Growing up, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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