Can something be lost, if it was never found?

Will I ever be missed, if I was never around?

Could the world we live in ever come to a stop?

Its a hard truth to bare, when i know that its not.

This existence I’m in feels like my mind has gone mad,

How could I ever move on, if I’m truly that bad.

I guess I’m really that lame, that pathetic and absurd.

But if I could only pick one, then alone is that word.

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