How could I?

Writing has become my personal psychologist. Every time I feel a little lost, I put my thoughts on paper and then voilà: my mind clears and my garbage despairs.
 
Today, I decided to try something different and pen a poem:
 
   How could I
   How could I feel misplaced,
   in a town that I identify so well?
   How could I feel apart,
   with a family so tight together?
   How could I feel sad,
   when so much hope is in my heart?
 
After writting, I always feel accomplished!

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