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No sun, no moon,
No sky above,
no light to show the way.
To look but never see.
To hold but never feel the touch,
To hear but never listen,
To speak yet uder not a sound,
to seek but never find,
to love, and still be empty.
To not exist yet languish in existence,
To feel but never care.
No joy,
No sorrow,
to stir the life...
To wait for time to pass,
and dread the wasted moment.
To be free to choose,
But do not so,
A prisoner of ones self.
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The Faithless Soul
The Faithless Soul
