It would always be the same,
or ever achieve,
manipulate time in my own way without any unknown,
and upon waking up,
see shadows that seek freedom.
br/>But thinking about things better
my soul is wounded,
I breathe the pain.
My feet are trembling, and I can't find a reason (Nor a way out or any explanation)
to what is happening and why I am here,
what I am really looking for is the sign of living.

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