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As I stare into myself, i see a stream
The color of change it flows like a dream
Into a great vast place they call the void
Frightened I fight the flow, annoyed
At my own weakness to the current
But still I'm pursuant,
Alas my body falls numb
I float straight into this place
The color of change, now has a face
Now I feel rather dumb
To feel so much hate,
For this place of change is my fate.