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THE MAZE

THE MAZE


I am in a maze 
With all vague thoughts in my mind
Pretending to find my way out 
Out of a labyrinth I unquestionably walked in
Hoping there will be an exit too
Stuck and lost 
But I don't know the exit
Which way is safer anymore 
I wipe off the map 
End up obliterating every chance at absconding,
Escaping the light, happiness
Condemning every relationship
Alas, end up blaming the vagabondage 
Because of a lack of direction in my journey.
                                                                                                                            @soulfulwriter
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