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I am a person
With an undefined destination. 
Seeking a hopeful gleam
In a world where nothing is as it seems. 
Freedom they say. 
Freedom is a path unpaved. 
Stuck in this cycle. 
With no where to go. 
I'm fighting for survival. 
Hoping there won't be another tomorrow. 
I am a cry for help. 
An ornament living on your bookshelf. 
Covered in dust.
There isn't many people I trust. 
I have no freedom. 
I have no soul. 
Im hoping for a revival. 
But now I'm suicidal.