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Lost..


I sit i really sit when now that i just feel so weak i cant feel my heart i don't even think it still exist, my legs hurt from the miles i ran trying to reach you, the closer i seem to get the more my legs began to shake, the world seemed to shake, the earthquake came and knocked me in a dream that passed as a chance to finally get one last chance and suddenly as my hands touch your shoulder i saw an image of my past, my long lost terrorizing memories came back all at once at me and you flew right out the grasp of my arms..now i am left with a path of roads with no end, long journey with no purpose

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