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In Need of Direction

I look to my right and then to my left.
I look in front and then in back.
Alone, isolated, and afraid.
Where can i go, what will I do?
Who can I call, when will this end?
No hellos and no goodbyes.
My only movements are the tears flowing from my eyes.



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