I belong to no one but myself.
And that's a comforting thought.
But it would be nice to belong.
To someone.
Someplace, even.
To be more than a mistake.
Maybe that's all I was meant to be --
A phase. A lesson. Some temporary caretaker of souls, ushering others to the next stage of their lives.
Is that my purpose? Or merely the role I've settled for? An endless cycle of severed ties.
How much can I endure before I'm numb?
But I belong to no one. No one but myself.
- m.w.
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Michael Wolfe
Always trying to make sense of things.
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