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Wandering freely in the depths of my mind,
A solution to my problems is difficult to find, No path leads to a welcoming home; In search of friends, barren deserts I roam. I call out to the winds to come and lighten my heart, Until all the hardships choose to depart The Sun and Moon have been made my guides, Their brightness keeps my heart alight. The only one who cared has left my sight, Drained me of the courage with which I could fight; Now I am left enduring unhealing pain, Left, calling out in vain Untangle the web in which I am caught, Listen to the fragments of my thoughts.
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