My hands tremble as I tightly clutch the map,
this was supposed to be my guide,
I was supposed to be safe if I followed.

Rules don’t help when you’re lost and blind.

Not knowing how I’ll ever find my way,
tears start splattering on the map.
This useless guide is transformed into a tissue.

As the ink starts to bleed and blur,
I take a pause, take a breath.

It’s time to go out on my own,
it’s time to follow luck and hope.

It’s time to forge my own path.

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Domi Sinclair

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• Never enough - 21/06/16
• The Last Performer - 18/01/16
• Down in the dumps - 27/08/15
• Lost - 10/08/15
• I love animals! - 14/11/14