I thought I was done finding me. I thought I was complete and that there was no more to do. But now I've lost myself, I'm incomplete. I've lost one of the most important things in my life, I've lost my life and everything about it. I guess I'm always going to be finding me. Lovely cover made by @night-owls (triggering concepts inside) I wrote this a long time ago, and it shows how immature my writing was then, so only read if you can stand awfully written stories. (Most likely being unpublished next year)