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lost and alone
The wind whistles past, closing my eyes,
I don't feel like I belong here. Am I okay?
I question myself repeatedly to push away the pain.
Yet, I remain lost and alone, struggling to smile.
As people around me laugh and smile,
I can't seem to hold onto mine.
Tired...
I don't feel like I belong here. Am I okay?
I question myself repeatedly to push away the pain.
Yet, I remain lost and alone, struggling to smile.
As people around me laugh and smile,
I can't seem to hold onto mine.
Tired...
