Hopelessness is the air I breathe
Looking around,
I don't know where I am.
Walking on uneven ground--
Lost in the woods,
I can't find my way
I lost the path
If I stay this way
I'll have too feel the fall night's wrath
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Lost in the woods
That's why wandering off Is never any good
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PoetryPoems by yours truly ✨ these are so bad 🥰 Sorry if I'm slow 😅
