My life has been reduced to scribbles

secrets tucked away into notebooks;

scraps and bits of paper

tell the story of my life

for that is all I am -

scattered feelings and thoughts.

And though I search,

I search in vain,

because every bit of me has been

blown away by the winds;

I have been lost.

Will someone not point out to me the place I've not yet looked?

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