Lost

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By perf3ct

The world reflected in my eyes, A mask in which I hide the pain, You can’t tell how much I cry. My souls falls like a deadly rain, Alone, I sit to watch and wait. Torn between the thought of choice. A hidden fight, two sides debate. I try to yell, but find no voice. A question asked without an answer, A chasm deep, dark, no end. There is no one.

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