gone

I find myself waltzing in a field

a place of unfamiliar faces

faces wih an unknown past

I must make this moment last

wandering down a winding road

people living on their own

I was sure it was a fake town

I can't make it on my own

I'm sure I am

bearing this heavy load

everyone's not here

floating through time I am not here

this life is a cancer

wishing i could open my eyes

I can't think of an answer

This poem is about: 
Me

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