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Lost , lonely , confused

Lost souls come in every color and shape 
They have an imagination which you can't escape 
The only one who can find the lost ones are the very ones that chased them away 
You and me and them and us , I've said too much 
No one is safe and no one is sure the last stand can stand no more 
It will all come crashing down when you least expect it so keep your guard up and the needle filled with the adrenalin of life plunged deep into your vain 
For I am the teller of untold truths, do not fear me, embrace the fact that it's not either he nor she.. It is I, so seek no more 
I am the one to turn your mind inside and out no matter what the cost, of that you can be sure 
Embrace those you love and keep them close make them know they matter and without them you do not 
Just dropping some words upon you to remind you I still have not forgot. 

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Good write, Thanks for sharing, My vote

I am the one to turn your mind inside and out no matter what the cost, of that you can be sure
Embrace those you love and keep them close make them know they matter and without them you do not
Just dropping some words upon you to remind you I still have not forgot. 

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 

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Jeff Farber

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and to comment. I love this stuff 

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