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Why was I chosen for this role in life?
What do the fates have against me?
Why is my soul so filled with strife?
Why can I never be free?
Will eternity be a hell that I must suffer every day?
Will I always be the same old nothingness to which I pray?
Can anything ever change the way that I think?
Can anything ever be the same, or will I continue to sink?
A storm of darkness brews within,
And reaches from outside.
Typhoons of terror strafe the night.
Nothing from them can hide.
I decide to turn my soul away from the dark
But cannot find the light.
The dark surrounds me, I cannnot see,
I've nothing else in sight.
Nothingness stretches far beyond what I can see.
I no longer know what freedom is or what it means to me.
Nothing can change what I am now,
Except my force of will.
But somehow there is another force
That is stronger still.
Something stops me from changing
From that which I don't want to be.
Something stops me from ever becoming
The person I wish was me.
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