Devon McElveen (April 3,1993 / Norwalk, CT)
Hmm, to think I still think of you
On the other side of the world.
What were you to me?
A friend or even more?
As you left I felt little anger or sadness
But joy that you were following your dream.
And when you come back here
I will be waiting, the same as I ever was.
A pitty how little progress I have made.
To slack off and just roll on each day.
Where is my drive, my motivation? !
Why can't I be more like you? !
What is holding me back? !
I wish We could trade places,
If only I could move as far as you...
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