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Never more shall I see thee love by my own eyes. Only by what others give me to imagine will I have to view you. If I’m truly alive why do I feel so dead. So empty and alone. Why do I doubt that you are even real. Not just some fabrications that my lonely mind has create to keep me going. Not knowing these answers I seem to get more and confusing question which require me to answer the first one the gain the knowledge needed to answer the new one. It seems I’m trap in an on going race to get to the end of this circle. Around and around I go where I finally stop who shall know, but me for I will be the first to truly know. I’m not even sure if this even make sense. These words that are flowing from my finger. May be their true meaning are to open up the eyes of my self to see what little I truly know. All I truly am sure of is my mind is ………….vast to even wonder all these thing, or is it just one thing I’m asking I truly am not sure.
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