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Lost
Lost myself in a sea of false programming
That isn't mine
The scripts were shoved into me
A chronic lack of peace and confusion
Seemed to be who I was
Disconnection from yourself
Is a cold type of pain
As if you are swimming alone
In the chilly dark blue sea
The salty taste of the water
Is from the tears I shed
As I begged to be taken to shore
© Monarch94
That isn't mine
The scripts were shoved into me
A chronic lack of peace and confusion
Seemed to be who I was
Disconnection from yourself
Is a cold type of pain
As if you are swimming alone
In the chilly dark blue sea
The salty taste of the water
Is from the tears I shed
As I begged to be taken to shore
© Monarch94
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