poetry i'm lost.

poetry i'm lost.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 22, 2016
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Trapped in a wrecked cell, it wasn't her body, it wasn't her soul. Her head kept reasoning and she knew she was breaking, she didn't know where to go. The cell was an illusion of thoughts bounded by a nearly impossible freedom. She misled an image of potential into fear that she would crumble. Family and friendship, love and happiness has lost its meaning in her disillusioned eyes. Like an archeologist who dug fossils from the barren land, she scavenged for truth she could not find. Reasons and interpretations were the definitions of men, for decades and centuries, words and symbols became a trend. I am lost, and I do not understand. I am lost, tell me where I am i have no clue were i'm at help me!
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