My eyes fail to see, my lips move without sense. I can smell the winter and just like the cycles of life, I will watch it come and go. I will move in the memories of day and night. I will lay awake... just waiting. My senses captured.

With my eyes opened or closed, I still see the bitterness that lives with me. I can feel the length of time as it passes by. Who am I waiting for? Do I believe in wonders?
Do I believe in dreams? Do I believe that there is someone out there waiting for me?

Is sitting here, writing these words, spilling out my nightmares into day, my twisted, chaotic thoughts into paper. Is it all worth it?

Will you ever find me? Will I ever find me? Who am I?

Who... are we?

When will I become one with you?

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