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The trundling world moves directionless. I roam aimlessly, in an endless forest; I am lost. The capability of being a student athlete causes countless hours of practice, leading into my studies. The slightest misstep could cause my life to lapse.
The responsibility of being a daughter, a sister and a girlfriend burn out my ingenuity, the obligation of each thing puts my mind in an unbalanced state. I am lost.
How can I harness this anxiety? well by writing of course, the glissade of the pen tranquilizes my inactive soul within. I am found, the paper and pen seem to devour my mind and I am in an endless world of thoughts.
Should I stop?
Should I put this pen down before I overrun this paper with the contemplation of my burdens?
I'm frightened that if I do, I will become lost once more. Someone calls my name, back to the undeniable world.

I am lost.

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