| My lids seem to be open
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| But I can’t feel a face
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| Or a body beneath my eyes
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| Still my emotions are torn
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| Between repentance, temper, and sorrow
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| Alone in a desert of despair
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| Familiar faces surrounded by nameless ones
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| I’m no part of the events
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| Different life, vacant, counterfeit
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| Like a ghost levitating above the scene
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| Able to see, unable to be seen
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| I’m not part of the events
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| Different life, vacant, counterfeit
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| Erased, I’ve never been born
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| Unable to make my mistakes
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| As the abyss took me
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| As my doubts bear me down
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| Deleted, misremembered
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| Letters building words
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| Altered, rephrased tale
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| My name does not appear
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| These pages were deleted
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| All that’s left is bleak and drear
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| Footprints in the ground
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| Missing pair of feet
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| The road they show, hard as before
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| A sight I can’t ignore
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| Erased, not a twist of fate
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| An unbreakable curse
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| Trapped in a loop
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| Everything happens as foretold
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| Cycle of pain
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| Persistent, ongoing
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| I am eliminated
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| My existence obliterated
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| But still I can see
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| Without me, it’s still the same
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| All the emotions are torn
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| Between repentance, temper, and sorrow
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| The pitiless desert of despair |