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Just a little lost


am buried under all these invisible scars. I have stitched them up, They have broken me down. I’m lost. Everywhere I go I am lost. I don’t think I will ever be found You walk in, you see my faults. You ignore my faults. I am alive. Inside I am Chipping Cracking, Fading, Lessoning, Isolating, Diminishing, I’m gone. Outside I seem fine. I am found, I am always a little lost.
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