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i spend a lot of time daydreaming

staring out of windows

and not really seeing anything

i'm too busy thinking about all the places i want to go

because i don't want to be here anymore

i don't know where it came from really but

there's this wanderlust that has settled deep into my bones

a longing for something more has made itself at home in the empty spaces of my ribcage

pressing itself against my lungs

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