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I am lost,
Seperated from myself.
No thoughts,
No feelings.
All are lost.
Left behind with my flesh
Wandering alone,
Not free, but a slave of fear.
Fear of the unknown
Fear that I will not return.
Trrough masses of the "whole".
They have found themselves.
They are complete.
How I long to find myself.
No longer alone, an outcast.
I will feel,
I will love,
I will become whole.

By Exandra