I want to leave traces of me
Lest you find yourself without me
I leave clues to show you
A part of my heart, and things I feel that you never thought I would feel
I see you questioning and wondering have you chosen well
Sweet dreams heart, we never know, till we know, and this is not a platitude to shut you up, or off, from the seeking out your soul
I want you to find your way, so I leave little bread crumbs, for you.
Come find me.
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Beautiful. Merry Christmas.