found but still lost
I am a lost boy
always alone
yet not alone
the darkness is where I have made my home
inside a box
waiting for someone to pull me out
to show me the light
that I have only dreamed of
when that time comes
if that time comes
I will jump out of my box
and the world will hear me say
I am a lost boy
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