Lost Soul

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I haven't given myself to writing in a long time.
I missed it.
I'm beginning to think I needed it.
Words on paper... help.
They help me organize.
They help me feel.
They help me exist.
Music and words...
They make me nostalgic.
No...
I'm sad.
As of now I'm no one.
I'm not myself.
Who am I?
I need to find myself.
Existing as a lost soul...
It's not right.
I need help.

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