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LOST SELF

Winds and storm form
The broth of trouble foam
I wish to have strength  to stand
When it is truly difficult to understand
Irkisome days I wish to withstand
Maybe on my own
Alone in the cold
Heartfelt sentiments are swept by scarcity
I wish to meet a kindred soul
A soft and sweet spirit that would feel how I feel
The kind that would stand with me in the rain
Even if fire was lit in that bloody rain
Stand in the cold
Cold gales of life
Make sense of the incredulous
However, I think this is overthinking
There is no soul like that
Not perfectly Yin and Yang
Lost my strength
But I wish to rise like a phoenix
One should teach me the trick
How to pick the pieces of a broken heart
How to find wisdom in the middle of lovely foolishness
How to mend the past
Undo the did
Learn how to forgive those who have not done me wrong
Most importantly forget
If not
Live with a lost self


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