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I Feel Lost
Time heals a blanket of denial.
Moments of lucidity turn to shadows.
Purpose dissolves into obscurity.
All that is left is a casket of dust,
Scattered through the wilderness.
Moments of lucidity turn to shadows.
Purpose dissolves into obscurity.
All that is left is a casket of dust,
Scattered through the wilderness.
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