Dubiosity of the Lost

When I told you I missed you

It was true

When I see we can be friends

you don’t see what I do

When I sit at my chair here

I feel my Monday blues

No empathy, so sympathy

Why the world’s so rude?

Confusion, delusion

I’m turning sore

No place left to find

what I’m looking for

Decisions, ambitions

backfiring the life we swore

This endless wait

when I stop missing home

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I started writing when I was sixteen. I think it makes me stand out. It lets me voice my thoughts. It lets me spread love. It builds me up. Yet, I fall. View all posts by themagicflint

4 thoughts on “Dubiosity of the Lost”

ashok says:

Apr 29, 2020 at 3:57 am

I do hope you have found yourself in these special times 😊

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1. themagicflint says:
  
  Apr 29, 2020 at 5:45 am
  
  Thank You😊
  
  There’s always sometimes new to discover. So, yes, the quest in on :))
  
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2. ashok says:
  
  Apr 29, 2020 at 9:16 am
  
  All the best way young friend 😊
  
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themagicflint says:

Apr 29, 2020 at 2:52 pm

Thank you ❤

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