Underlying forces taking a volume in descending perspectives.
Make up the mind of aspect but it will not.
It has shown itself in such a fall.
Brought you down from the clouds to a harsh reality.
Wake up and recognize that you have become nobody.
You start to wonder what your name is.
If you were wrong about the people you love.
Recognize their eyes but not your own skin.
Hope you know that I am here for you.
Hope that you do not find me like this.
It is not what I had in my plan to live out.
Yet, here I am, deeper than the ocean could bring me.
Please bring a makeshift torch to this place without stars.
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