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I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going The fear of not knowing has continued growing The way I am has been lost for months
I am wandering down a river bed Without a map in my hand Or a plan thought up I saw the water drifting and Floated along with it Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
The Girl Who Was Also a Map It was winter when I first met her I did not quite realize what she was Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
It is weird that I am here. Trapped. On a beautiful island I cannot call my home. I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own. Deserted, I feel..alone.