Questions surround.
Where to go, What to do.
Who to leave, and who to cleave.
Rubbed raw, the ache is real.
Thoughts surround.
Here a swirl; There a pool.
Mixing, Meshing, Blending.
Stretched and pulled, the quest sees no end.
Friends surround.
Where to open up, What to share.
Who to cry with,Who to hug.
Touched with love, life lives on.
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