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a vanity rises in the middle of our motion
with everchanging colours of illusive existential components
unfictitious presence, scars and withdrawal, leaving us to wonder...
i want to see, but my eyes are blind
should i seek for a guidance of my life?
beyond a flock of confusion
i ask for a return to original form
without any agreement or concensus
determination has already been chosen
free us from a process of decadence
free us from a procession to our graves
back to the state where things just started
back to the place where i belong
i want to see, but my eyes are blind
should i seek for a guidance of my life?
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