don't let me be gone.

"Though I'm weak and beaten down,
I'll slip away into this sound." 

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In my hands, there was a map.
There were the directions, so faintly drawn.
I'd follow the trail, I'd go where the maps lead to.
And when I reach my destination, I'll ask myself,

Where do I go next?


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In my hands, there was a notepad.
There were lines, so neatly drawn.
I'd take my pen out, I'd write all my thoughts down.
And when I have finished writing, I'll look up.

Where am I?

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In my hands, there was my future.
There were plans, so carefully drawn.
I'd follow that path, I'd fight for my rights.
And when I have accomplished it, I'll think again.

Where did I go wrong?


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In my hands, there was my life.
There were facades, so intricately drawn.
I'd put on a smile, I'd hide away when I needed to.
And when I come out again, I'll look around.

Where did everyone go?

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M.

don't let me be.

i'm a goner,
somebody catch my breath.