Lost

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'Who am I?',
I asked my self.
Not so sure,
I then sighed.

Now I am reluctant
of my own individuality.

Roaming around with the thought,
I will and can,
gain myself back.

And I came to realize,
I was lost and somehow
cannot be found.

Drowned with the thoughts
where you and me
were still fine.

Here I am,
about to say this to you,
"In this world full of uncertainties,
you are my only surety."

I may forget
Who and what I am
But this passion I have for you
Had never been doubted or so

For this will remain certain
and everlastingly true.

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