Beside Myself; Frantic
I stand here lost,
drifting with my direction.
Occasionally meeting someone,
I ask for some help.
This is who I am, as of right now.
That's all that matters, anyway or how.
where am I? beyond elusive.
I guess i'll always be so inconclusive..
I hope you see my words as they're intended.
Without a filter.
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