1. lost

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Standing on the verge of tears,

Wondering where I went wrong.

Desperate, now, to assuage my fears,

Begging fate to let me belong.

'Cause as I lay here,

Haunted by the memories of your ghost

I cannot help but realise,

That something in me is lost.

Lost but never found.


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