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LOST
Sitting here
F
A
L
L
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G
Of the edge of time
Tearing at the seams
Floating
In streams
Now
It seems LOST
Forgot
The books of the shelf
Music playing
“What’s that” he said
It’s in your head
Can’t be that sad
What the hell
My outer shell
What the hell
Smelly socks
Ringing clocks
If things start to get hot
STOP
Remember a day
You weren’t playing this game
Going insane
Its life’s little game
The pain in your soul
W A L K I N G
Down the wrong road
Everyone grinning
Playing it cool
Thinking tier no fool enough to see
Someone has pulled the plug out
GLUP
GLUP
GLUP
GLUP
GLUP.
