Compass

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I will not lie
Sometimes I wish to die.
Life throws so much into your face
Lost in this maze.

Sometimes I cry out
You can hear me scream, so loud.
Yet tears do not form
Nothing can end this storm.

People around me, people helping me
But I am still lost at sea.
Feeling so low
Not knowing what direction to go.

When will this end
How does this end?
The wind will be blowing
Is it in the direction I am going?

Looking at my compass
It is not facing north.
A long and lonely road
Death will not be slowed.

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