Lost
Lost.
My childhood,That is.
Lost
In labor,In doing things for people
Who don't respect you.
Lost
In late nights
Awaken in the middle Of a dream
That will never begin to come true.
But now I think of it,
I've lost more than just my childhood,
I've lost
Who I really am.
I'm just a lost soul,
Waiting to be found
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