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Lost

Glaring at the starry sky feeling lost to be found,
Waiting as a canvas to be painted,
Desperately questioning,
Endlessly confused results grasping for a hand,
Walking a path that crumbles with ashes,
Vanishing to the dust of time,
Insanity stacking as the pounds on the body,
Smiling while the face is blank,
Convinced of happiness, but why so gloomy?
Actions are knotted with one’s words,
I no longer know myself.
Written by WhisperingDeath (Matt Harrop)
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