Poem 102: Lost

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I'm lost, the road in front split in two

So little time, with so much to do

The woods around me, is so dark

Each thorn I touch, leaves its mark

I grow tired, with each step I take

"Next time", I think, "my mind will break"

Every day, strangely, I survive

Each accident and problem, leaving me alive

How much longer, will it take?

How many sacrifices, will I have to make?

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