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B(eing) L(ost) S(ucks)

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By Anelise TatumPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Being lOst sucKs

iT hurtS,

caUses confuSion,

anD Feels neVer-enDing.

i neEd A Map,

Not A nAp,

oR A rAp,

bUt A guIde wiTh tHe Hap.

whEre diD It alL gO?

The motiVation,

gatHering At tHe sTation,

goT mE througH thIs nAtion,

iS It Just oN vaCation?

hoW cAn i surviVe,

wHen I feeL terRified,

attempTing To fiNd mY striDe,

thiS Is Do Or Die.

fInd youRself a guidE,

tO heLp witH The rIde,

It mAy nOt alWays bE rIght,

bUt it'lL givE yoU Flight.

tO kEep goinG,

And seaRching,

seeKing,

jOurneying,

queStioning,

FOR IT'S NOT ALL DOOMED

RIGHT?

Right, says my guide.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Anelise Tatum

dancing, wandering, writing a little too.

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