Bleak, its dark, faded
My guiding light has gone
I navigate these dark streets barefoot
round every shaded corner broken glass
needles that stick in my feet that hurt my soul
I'm lost without knowing where i'm headed
I used to have a guide
I used to have a direction
There is no fear, just pain
continuing through still without purpose
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