Against my will. Against my heart, I wait alone in the airport. Green. Lots of green and people hurrying from one place to another. I have tears in my eyes and regrets in my heart. I feel fake - I feel cheap and I'm not where I belong. I wanted to be home. But I'm not. My plane took a wrong direction, so my life. This time life beat me.
I feel good, but cheated and I so much need myself.
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