Once Was

My feelings of Lost are when I have no place to go because someone has closed all pathways.
My experience of Lost is the time that has gone by that takes the face I know so well and ages it.
My love of Lost is discovering whom you are as opposed to who I know.
My las of Lost will be the day I break this world to rebuild it in my image from its destruction.
Lost is something for me that can never be as it once was.

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