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For many days, I've wandered around aimlessly

With the slashes of a thousand sorrows upon my heart

The evenings come as a welcome sanctuary from blind reality

And many nights, I've slept alone with my soul corrupt.

For many months I've searched for an elusive something

That would save me from the depth of this despair

But as the days flourished into years, so did this feeling

Of emptiness, of not being truly there.

If the world can see me now, will they see an empty shell?

Or will the falling tears be proof of my existence?

Will this aimlessness be my heaven, and my hell?

If so, I'll just roam the earth until I find my rest.