How does one find themselves when they don't know they're lost?
Do you follow a trail, or burn the bridges you crossed?

How do you give when there's nothing to take?
Decisions were given, yet none did you make.

The howl of a wolf as it bays at the moon.
So desolate the reply that echoes to soon.

Infinitely feral solidarity imbued.
Toxic self loathing internally eschewed.

Inspiration in life no longer received.
Reality displaced, incurred by deceit.

The catalyst of LOVE is the epitome of HATE.
Lies once told become the truths you create.

A silent plea when there was no belief.
Your last breath ends with a final sigh of Relief.

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You certainly captured a common feeling. Well done.

Very relatable. Thank you for sharing.