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Walking through this life blind folded Never knowing my destination Stumbling and falling over things I didn't know would trip me Not noticing the dark clouds on the horizon until it's too late to find cover I come in walking tall, only to come out crawling Where am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to know? I can't see the map I don't know what's right But I do know what's left Growing too weary to keep walking, but that's all I can do I keep hoping I'll arrive soon, but one question harbors my mind "How am I supposed to get there if I don't even know when I'm lost?"
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
"X" Marks the Spot
Walking through this life blind folded Never knowing my destination Stumbling and falling over things I didn't know would trip me Not noticing the dark clouds on the horizon until it's too late to find cover I come in walking tall, only to come out crawling Where am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to know? I can't see the map I don't know what's right But I do know what's left Growing too weary to keep walking, but that's all I can do I keep hoping I'll arrive soon, but one question harbors my mind "How am I supposed to get there if I don't even know when I'm lost?"
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
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