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Self obsessed roamers wandering Without a path in mind within The bounds of a world they think They can see They think they know What love is and what it means To get lost and that neither of these Things are evil but are in fact the Two remaining wonders of this world I know exactly what peace is and I Hate myself for filling my head with Meaningless feelings and material desire And I will do anything to get lost in the Woods again for if you know your mind Then you are never truly lost
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
GETTING LOST
Self obsessed roamers wandering Without a path in mind within The bounds of a world they think They can see They think they know What love is and what it means To get lost and that neither of these Things are evil but are in fact the Two remaining wonders of this world I know exactly what peace is and I Hate myself for filling my head with Meaningless feelings and material desire And I will do anything to get lost in the Woods again for if you know your mind Then you are never truly lost
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
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