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I can't find a meaning to this existence,

someone looks for it in material things, someone in love or God

but I know that all of this is false, a fog before my eyes.

We all know the end that awaits us, it's just a flow of time.

All I know, the people I love, my home

are only shadows in this flow of time.

With this awareness I built a wall between me and the world,

a grey wall.

It's just a flow of time.