I have been here.
Exactly the same spot, exactly the same time.
And it took me so long before I noticed,
I am walking the same path again and again.
I have been here.
In the middle of nowhere,
To which the darkness and likeness conspires,
And I am unable to identify things around me.
I have been here.
Seeing myself, in the middle of the woods,
Lost and scared,
Tired and coward.
For the last time,
I know I'm sure I have been here.
To somewhere,
That is nowhere to be found.
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My Life and Other Things
PoezjaThe thing is I do not know if my life is too common or I am just so unfocused and alone. The thing is I want to know if every people is same as me, or if that difference makes us the same. The thing is I have to write it all because that's the only...
