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May you never fully reach this kind of nothingness
That holds my being caught between my feet
And my well intendes isolation
It's just that lately I've been feeling
That this lack of purpose is,
Giving my time here
A certain taste of sour,
And take the next step,
Becomes blurred over here
And just maybe,
I'm getting acostumed
To this strange shade of grey
That fully colours everything,
Everything around me
Like alienation from the current
Were the only gateaway
Like an endless cycle,
Only healed by my faith
And just lately I've been feeling
That this lack of purpose in my life,
Is becoming the basis, to change my mind
Fill this abscence in my soul,
Draw me away from the shade
And save me, frome insignificance
May you never fully reach this kind of nothingness
That holds my beings caught between my feet
Lately I've been feeling that this
lack of purpose is, giving my ime here
A certain taste of sour
As the point of moving forward
And take the next step, becomes blurred on this perspective
This should be nothing,
But another chance to bloom, and restart the process again,
To make the difference with the ones
That not really care, about my shade
And what has made me who I am
Made me who I am

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