I try so hard to find the missing puzzle peices in my confusing life, though i have found nothing yet.
The unanswered questions lurking in my mind multiply everyday to form more and more of themselves, yet again no answeres found.
I'm inside a small box with no light passing through...I move my finger tips over the sides of the box trying to find a way out, a door? A window? Nothing. I even searched the bottom for I thought maybe there could be a secret path just like in a fiction story or perhaps a magic trick, but no escape. I remember then that I'm not in a story box, not in a magic box, but I'm stuck inside my own body, my ownself.
I'm the lost soul within myself, I'm the lost child within myself, I can't find myself, I can't find myself.
Day by day those voices from so long ago grow stronger, closer, and clearer in m head. Rather than fading away with the time like any things that becomes too old, those voices regain their excistence and become louder and more alive within every year I grow older.They are taking over my life, they are controling me and prisoning my soul, they are breaking me apart from my own personality.
I'm the lost soul within myself, I'm the lost child within myself, i can't find myself, i can't find myself.
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