Walking off the Earth
Must not be easy
Just the thought of leaving
Makes me queasy
But he went
So fast
Traveling at a speed
That wasn't meant
To last
The burdens of life
Got him down
And now
He is nowhere
To be found
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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
