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Concrete blocks the horizon. |
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Dark clouds ascend. |
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Shadows all around. |
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All sight is lost. |
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This thick obstruction, yet limitless is the gaze. |
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Grey stares, watching while climbed, collapse! |
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Faces tell stories. |
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It won't be long now. |
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Rebirth close to grips. |
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Upon realising the state of self-being, primitive reactions converge in perfect unison. |
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This long lost shelter built. |
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Deserted, it's functions obsolete. |
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The travelling commences, horizon expands. |
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Dragging all trails towards itself by a thread. |
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Velocity increasing, cornerstones embrace. |
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A foreign reality of complex entity. |
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Disarranged thoughts. |
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A soul not to define. |
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But this soul's not lost when connections decline. |
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Prevalent thoughts of rejection. |
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Life can't be the way it was. |
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Struggle for perfection. |
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Moving onwards, but this pursuit is the cause . |
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Passing through the horizon. |
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Barriers broken, facing forward. |
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A breach formed within. |
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Focussed on what's more to come. |
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Drawn towards lands unknown. |
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Experience gained intensely, from various perspectives, of what's done and left behind. |