Poem By Justin Merrill

Being lost,
is very painful,
your in a haystack,
looking for the needle.

Hard to find,
doesn't want to be found,
because it is not worth it.

I'm searching for myself,
in the oustide looking in,
I will never get there,
because I need you,
your help.

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