I find myself pacing hallways in my dreams. Locked doors pave these weathered walls. In an open room lie the keys, but I find they've been rusted by the time wasted on this life. No to open these doors I need the strength I've never had.
I've pushed myself to think better of this life. Desolation, mediation just chapters of black and white. I've been painting portraits of better times, but for years I could only retrace the lines.
What wrongs have I made? What paths must I take to escape the greys of my mind? I've been locked from this world for too long. now the time has come to break down these walls.
I fucking failed again. How much longer do I continue this?
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