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Apr 5
A quiet afternoon,
A boy watching cartoons,
Eyes on the door,
Not exploring his core.

He is lost in his path,
Believing he has passed,
But the answers are unknown,
And he faces them alone.

What should he do?
Do you have a clue?
He's lost in thought,
In a world so new.

What would you do,
If you were there too?
The boy is me. Written on a quiet day, when I felt lost but couldn’t say.
Piyush
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Piyush  18/M/India
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