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Find myself lost in this place
The blood and sweat on my face
Walking endlessly on broken legs
Fear and doubt circulate in my head
Time has fled without me knowing
The anxiety gradually growing
Even if I get myself out of here
The way back isn't all too clear
From one place to another
I become dazed, confused, start to suffer
To remain calm is not an option
Just rely on my own conscience
Eventually I get to where I want
But the light of hope is already gone
Unfamilar sights, what can I do, where can I go?
For the love of God, I just want to go home
Someone take me home
Someone out there, take me home
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
A way out is close, but it seems so far
I should've known this right from the start
All I can do is cry to myself, whilst feeling alone
Until the angels descend and guide me out from this hell
And take me home
~~~
It's quite similar to this entry of some years ago, but the story behind it (from two weeks ago) is much worse. Let's just say that I got lost in the middle of long grass and nettles and when I finally came out from out, I was in an unfamiliar place and ended up having the police to take me home (when a concerned worker of a neighbourhood centre made the call to them, after I initially dropped down there to ask for directions to the nearest train station).
The blood and sweat on my face
Walking endlessly on broken legs
Fear and doubt circulate in my head
Time has fled without me knowing
The anxiety gradually growing
Even if I get myself out of here
The way back isn't all too clear
From one place to another
I become dazed, confused, start to suffer
To remain calm is not an option
Just rely on my own conscience
Eventually I get to where I want
But the light of hope is already gone
Unfamilar sights, what can I do, where can I go?
For the love of God, I just want to go home
Someone take me home
Someone out there, take me home
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
A way out is close, but it seems so far
I should've known this right from the start
All I can do is cry to myself, whilst feeling alone
Until the angels descend and guide me out from this hell
And take me home
~~~
It's quite similar to this entry of some years ago, but the story behind it (from two weeks ago) is much worse. Let's just say that I got lost in the middle of long grass and nettles and when I finally came out from out, I was in an unfamiliar place and ended up having the police to take me home (when a concerned worker of a neighbourhood centre made the call to them, after I initially dropped down there to ask for directions to the nearest train station).
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