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Me Lost
Me Lost
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Into the mids
Where highs and lows are aids.
For the forsaken world
Me no where in its bowels.
More and more sinking in its deeps
As lost child crying in its beeps .
Nothing to do where could I stay
Everywhere is a creepy stare.
Simply to walk where the roads take me
In this circle planet
I am cot in its net
Like a fish I fight for Li
Every step is like stepping into a knife
Every word I speak is the lost in Breeze
Nothing else I could talk as I am freeze.
