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Blindless leading

Which one of me is real?

Through corridors of uncertainty

A force without form

I've dug a hole so deep

Full of the shit of compromise

For once can't I keep

Pain on the outside

Adapt

Take on release

Others

Thoughts infringed

Adapt

Take on release

A life

On pause syringed

A glimpse into genocide

My own emotions, a million strong

A heart so full of emptiness