misjudgment
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I’m in a place where I feel lost
Hoping somehow I will belong
Give me a reason to hold on
This life of mine goes up and down
Like the carnivals merry go round
Spinning constantly on an axle
You see a forest
they look at you the same
Everyone... All they see is trees
I do not see trees
For I am blinded by the leaves of them
I appreciate being blinded
