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Apr 25
I've been lost in the woods for quite some time now,
7 years, give or take.
I am all turned around:
I keep circling back, retracing my steps,
Finding and forgetting new landmarks.
I cannot seem to find the path.
I've changed maps,
At least three times,
But this one is still wrong.
What's this? An empty white paper.
Oh, I see,
This is the perfect map.
Written by
Charlotte Cullen
     sunflower-cigarette, Alicia, BPIII, ymmiJ and Fawn
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