A dream unfulfilled.
A belief in helplessness.
A desire to die.
A fear of failure.
Bound in torment,
afraid of escape,
What awaits me,
on the other side?
I seek an escape,
from the binds that blind me.
I cannot see,
but I want to.
What is it, that I cannot see?
What is it, that I am looking for?
What, will become of me?
Me, who cannot see?
I must build something I have never seen,
using pieces I never had,
to find an answer, I never knew,
discover a truth, that might not even exist.
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