Fragmented

If things had gone differently I wonder what life would have been like? I feel like I am longing to understand a part of myself that I never really got to know. The culture I was only exposed to in bits and pieces. I feel fragmented at times. I know nothing of the mother tongue of half my lineage. Parts of me want to explore, parts of me feel cautious and weary of my naivety, and parts of me feel too far removed from the culture I never truly knew. 

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