I don't know how to tell you, but, you're lost.
You've rounded the corners too fast,
and somewhere you bumped your head hard.
I want to bandage you up,
kissing each little bruise so only my pink lips remain.
I don't want you to think about it anymore,
but, you're lost.
Don't ask me how or why,
but, you're lost.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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