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Aug 2016
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?"
Written by
Hello Haley  23/F/America
(23/F/America)   
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