At this day I see all things in a blur/
Like a window covered in condinsation a fog if it where/
I can't see where I have been or where I am going just walking blind in a lost state of mind/
I fall to my kneeze and cry out worthy, I have been captured and raptured/
And have seen a place that can not be explained...it seems to be a speical place that you once took me to before/
But you are not here/
But I feel as if your near/
I didn't get it before but I do now...
why everyone is dead except me...
I am not the only still walking and talking I am the same as them/
You see them too/
For me its always like this/
WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN THE WORLD YOU BUILT IS ONLY "FICTION"?
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