I thought I had everything under control.
But suddenly the winds blow the other way.
My north changes its direction,
and Im lost
Im lost, not looking for any particular direction.
But this time, I panicked
I wanted to be in control
But instead,
All I want to do now is to hide under my blanket,
and wait for it to be over
But I'm too old to wait,
Too old to be lost.
a decade over 16.
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