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Lost

Lost
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This is a world of darkness

Yet, it is a world of brightness.

People wonder in days

Animals look for months

I am here walking on my own

I am here to find my path

Where do I go?

Where do I stay?

Is there something I called home?

Is there anything I called friend?

My human nature is nothing

Humans I met don’t know

Where do I stand on the line?

Here I am all over again.

Where do I start?

Where do I end?





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