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Waiting for tomorrows light,
Thinking, again.
The fearful prey on disillusion,
Without, feeling.
Waiting for the moment,
When fate will forget.
Hidden from the scars,
Of emptiness.
Waiting for a rest in silence,
Without, knowing.
Waiting for a purpose,
To be anything,
Without drifting.
Waiting for nothing,
Without, being.
Hold my hand,
Take it away.

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