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The worldly wheel keeps turning and churning
Yet this sadness still equates to nothingness Have I nothing, have we anything Time is the keeper and healer of all wounds But what if I was born with this Can time reverse me back to when I did not exist Our many distractions are our reality's foe Keeping us a slave to our entertainment What reality I have now, I do not know For I'm surrounded by Sanity on all sides Keeping close the only thing I can still feel The dark cellar beneath me is all that is real
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