Here I was, standing alone. With my fear not hidden, but my worries not shown. But now that it's differnet, I have family with love. They have signs on the door, "No Shove!"
I laugh every time, I see the sign. For it reminds me of the good old times. I am finally not lost, I am finally profound. I am here with no cost, I am really found.
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Lost
PoetryPerry was lost, you could even say she was a lost girl. She grew up as an orphan, not being remembered by anyone, and felt as if she was invisible. she didn't know that anyone loved her, until she was found.
