Lost Poem by destiny owens
Lost
being lost is just the beginning of life it may get betr but n reality it jus gets worse, nuthn seems betr tears run down my face i wish for death but death dnt come i hold myself and try to forgt all of my regrets wats do i do wer do i go, i hold my breath and close my eyes trying not to cry i sit n this corner listenin to my breathing slow down i fall down and dream..........
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