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Category: Writing and Poetry
In the great scheme of things,
Nothing ever makes sense.
With each little step we take,
Something comes from nothing
And it sweeps us away.
The shadows that we have lived in,
Embrace us when we drop our guard.
It's the reality of this prison.
That we will never understand.
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