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Sep 11
I always feel like a compass spinning
Directionless, I can hardly see
The paths I could take
To the places I need to be
But I trudge on, aimlessly
β€œMy compass spins, the wilderness remains” - Bright Eyes
Lost
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Lost  19/NH
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