Lost

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I can't see where I'm headed, or where I've been.
I can't see my life in 5 years, or even 2.
I don't see the happiness that forms like a ray of sunshine that fixes everything like a miracle.
I don't see the day when this all goes away, or becomes manageable.
I am broken, sad, hopeless, and lost.
And I'm not sure if I want to be found anymore. Because who can be found when they're dead?

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