Poetry of a lost teen
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    I'm no longer lost 
    but begging for ease
    No longer breathing
    But begging for peace
    Running in circles
    And bruising my knees
    Looking for happiness 
    To some decree
    I'm searching for hope
    Where hope is lost
    Rebuilding walls 
    For all its cost 
    Begging for tranquility 
    Within my screaming mind
    Looking all over I just feel blind
    I need answers
    I need them fast 
    It's just too much to handle
    Too much to ask
    ~H1
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