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You don't know me.

You don't know,

what is real,

or what is deceit.

Planted seeds.

I've come to see.

The disillusionment.

The wool that was firmly placed

over my face.

Who put it there?

Why is it there?

It is a mystery indeed.

But a mystery for me.

That's what I must live with.

Prolonged mysteries.

Tunnels of unanswered questions.

Maybe you could help me solve these

Mysteries.

I'd just like

for you to get a taste of my life.

To know what it's like.

To get some insight.

And maybe you'd know how it is.

How it lives.

And to not be conscious

of my body and mind,

because of the deception of my kind.

And in my time.

I've got to find.

Some answers that are important to me.

And important to see.

Taste my life.

See my sight.

Forsake the night.

Taste my life.