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Scattered though my peices of time So many tears I cried Now I am so alone I cry so much more now When these places are no longer filmiar I have adapted to all this change Yes we seem so much more together But no longer as one I can't see my future All I see is my past The present is a work in progress Will I love again Will I be loved again So many questions Not enough answers So long past this dating scene Not sure how to grow Not sure where to begin Frustrated apps Frustrated feelings This world is changing I am so out of touch But I have hope I have a plan I have the goals I just hope someone will be there to share All of what has made me..Me.