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Come to think of it
Im not entirely sure
Where i lost myself

Maybe it was in those 8 long
Hours of classtime
Lost in notes and due dates
Equations and definitions

In beds of strangers or
Old friends who i no longer
Know the whereabouts of

Was it in love lost or forgotten?
Perhaps words of friends exchanges
Greetings and goodbyes

Did i lose myself somewhere
Along these roads driven on
Late nights
To places with people whose
Faces i wont ever recall?

Did i leave myself behind in
Books or in shows or at the cinema?
In lonely yet cozy coffee shops?
Or crowded concert halls?

Or maybe it was ticking of clocks
And the counting of time
Waiting for the better times
That never came

Come to think of it
Im not entirely sure i had ever lost myself
Im not entirely sure i had ever had myself
Maybe its all those places
That made me
Yes, simple, coffee loving,
Book worm and music horder, me