lost and found

i feel i've lost myself. my innocence. my positivity. my intrigue. my lust. my love. my passion for life. my me. my everything i've known. what i've known, i fear i've lost, i've missplaced, and i keep searching. for something. background noise pinpointing unwelcome phrases, "when'd you last see it?"

if i fucking knew where i left myself i'd find it.

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