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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
It's as if I'm wandering aimlessly in an endless, pitch black room.
I see her walking by, and give the question if her world is as dark as mine.
She says no, she can see just fine.
I ask her to take me by the hand and help me find my way, she agrees.
All the while she hands me sources of light,
but I know none of them will ever relieve me, because I don't have eyes.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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What is it you long for when you
cannot feel it?
What is it you're missing when you
cannot know it?
Who is it you have lost when you
could not know them?
Why is it you play their games when you
cannot play with them?
What is it you live for when you're hardly alive?
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The anguish of existence ran wild
through me before you locked it away.
It escapes its cage and grips me
with every reminder of my
irreconcilable flaw.
My heart is ever torn between
releasing it, me, and preserving
your unintentionally selfish love.
Though it may be, through the lens
you lend me, I find periodic
semblances of happiness.
And so you continue to win out.
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