Not understanding why you are here, the absence of time allows you to lose track of who you are to be. You try different avenues to fill unused space because you have no clue of what else to do.
"Why me? What am I to do? Who am I to be?", are the questions of the lost soul. The lost soul has no limit because being lost does not come to an end.
"I guess I will try this drug thing to fill my void or have sex with countless partners because I do not have anything significant going on with my life," says the lost soul to self.
At rock bottom you come to the conclusion to end life, you feel that there is nothing left to live for because you do not know what to live for.
Deep down something keeps you from dying, something keeps you from giving up. Maybe there is hope, a light at the end of the tunnel.
In order to find out, you must live, you are lost to find your way and when you do, you have a story to share for other lost souls that will come your way.
"Why me? What am I to do? Who am I to be?", are the questions of the lost soul. The lost soul has no limit because being lost does not come to an end.
"I guess I will try this drug thing to fill my void or have sex with countless partners because I do not have anything significant going on with my life," says the lost soul to self.
At rock bottom you come to the conclusion to end life, you feel that there is nothing left to live for because you do not know what to live for.
Deep down something keeps you from dying, something keeps you from giving up. Maybe there is hope, a light at the end of the tunnel.
In order to find out, you must live, you are lost to find your way and when you do, you have a story to share for other lost souls that will come your way.
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