The Lost and Not FoundA Poem by Margarita MirandaCopping with our lost
My greatest lost was that of a loved one.
My world. My mom's world. Flashbacks. I get those all the time. I'm not the same. I'm not the same. How can I be? I'm lost, why can't you see? I can't find the girl I used to be. Can you? I'm lost And to be found Now seems impossible. © 2014 Margarita MirandaReviews
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