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Lost. When someone asks how I feel, this is always, no doubt my answer. I don't know how to explain it but it's how I feel not what I can explain. Lost is being happy? Lost is being sappy? Lost is being sad? Lost is being mad? Lost is not knowing We're all lost. Wondering in this endless world until we feel found
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Lost and found
Lost. When someone asks how I feel, this is always, no doubt my answer. I don't know how to explain it but it's how I feel not what I can explain. Lost is being happy? Lost is being sappy? Lost is being sad? Lost is being mad? Lost is not knowing We're all lost. Wondering in this endless world until we feel found
Serenalee
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
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