Slowly little by little I can feel myself slipping away.
This time I won't be able to resurface.
I'm searching for something I'm not sure what to look for this time.
I'm lost, wondering off my path.
Can't seem to find my way back.
I just can't seem to find what I'm looking for.
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Confessions of the Heart
LosoweI write poems when I get inspired. I hope you enjoyed them.