Where did I left myself?
Lose sight of who I am,
Searching all over town,
Been walking around,
Asking where I put my life into,
I’m walking like dead.
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PoetryAfter reading all the books in this world, you've probably understood a book by its name; In my case, I wonder why it never did.
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Where did I left myself?
Lose sight of who I am,
Searching all over town,
Been walking around,
Asking where I put my life into,
I’m walking like dead.
