I've never known a place
Where I truly belonged
But sitting here
Sun on my face
Wind through my hair
The sound of planes
Landing, taking off
Radio calls in the distance
There's nothing quite like this feeling
And I never want it to go away
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PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
