She walked across a plain, obscured with small things and nuances in her brain
Where did all the people go?
She didn't care, she didn't need them anyway, they always put her in pain
And yet the world now seemed so small with no one left for her to call
The people made up who she was and she was a product of modern lust
Was she even an individual?
She was coming to a wall
Where was her trust?
They took it all
And now she will complain
For her wishes didn't make her strong but rather made her fall
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
