There's no light to see,
It's like being struck blind,
Not knowing what to be,
Or what is behind,
Everything you've done,
Has been for nought,
You've become part of 'The One',
With no way out,
Maybe if you'd listened,
To that voice in your head,
You might still be here,
Not cold and dead.
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