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I look around... Nothing fits How high the mound Too deep of a pit Is where I am All alone They say, "Hold your own." I smile and reply, "OK" But I inwardly groan Lost in a world Of chaos and confusion I lay on my side curled Stuck in an illusion
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Lost:
I look around... Nothing fits How high the mound Too deep of a pit Is where I am All alone They say, "Hold your own." I smile and reply, "OK" But I inwardly groan Lost in a world Of chaos and confusion I lay on my side curled Stuck in an illusion
kaitlyn-dalton
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
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