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empty is what i am 
unsure of my decisions is how i feel 
tired of my excuses.... is the truth 
heartbroken is what i seem to be 
deserving more is what i know 
finding my way is hard 
finding my self is even harder 
excuses excuses short sighted can't see long distance.
taking some space is well deserved
 kissing my self is well needed
 finding the beauty in people is easy
 finding the beauty in myself is difficult.
life throws punches at me i duck ,i dogde but eventually I'm struck in the face thrown backwards losing my steps I've taken forward. losing my way always seems to be easy no matter how i fight i lose. Now I'm hidden, hidden from myself, because not even i can find me.