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LOST-A war-torn world is my soul, with my heart at the core.
Both feel ripped in three ways, with a void, or hole.
I feel darkness and pain, coming closer to me.
And by the day is done, I can tell I won't see.
Oh, my friend, why is it so?
That I must suffer blow by blow.
First came that vague memory,
And now it's returned with an army.
It's happening gain, it just won't end.
My heart, will you ever mend?
Those taunts, those hates, all those little things,
They make me feel that my life is lived in vain.
We all reach out, our lives already tossed,
We are 30, and we each have lost.



