Lost Poem by Natasha Deann

Lost



One day all of my dreams will
be made real and the stars
will be in front of me.
I spent my whole life wanting
to be happy but once I'm there—
I'm finally happy!—what then will
I have to look forward to—except
death.
Losing the passion for life is only breathing.

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