it's always a little shaking
when you start figuring things out about yourself
(and all the reasons why the people and things that you love are the people and things you love)
and why you have to let some of those things go
put out to sea and out the door
resting silently on an island
deep in the heart of the devils triangle
missing
missed
willingly put in the way of mystery
when the feelings that brought this on were lost in the same place not so long ago
missing.
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