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Oct 4
My legs are moving
In a direction
Of the unknown
I go left
I go right
I'm completely out of sight
Do i go on.
Or do i rest
Wait till the clock strikes.
There's so much noise
How do i focus
To know
The one that leads me back
In the noise
I Inhale, exhale
A storm is brewing
In this chaos
Where does one hide
In this consuming madness
I have this light inside
Should i ignite
Become the flames
And rise above
To seek ,To find
Become an traveler
Till i am home.
Written by
Bianca  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Ethan P Jones
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