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May 2015
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
Serena Lee
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Serena Lee  Europe
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