Wonder
It’s sad when you look at me
When I’m alone and forgotten.
When everything hurts
And I’m lost.
I hate to have to give you
All this pain and misery.
I wish that I could send you
Far, far away.
But here we are anyways.
I guess it was pointless
From the beginning.
Maybe it was meant to be this way.
So if it is,
I wonder how it will work out.
I question where our paths will lead us.
I worry how it will all end.
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