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I wander blindly
Fog obscuring my vision
Where am I going?

The whole world is just
A dark, drunken swirl of ink
What am I doing?

I hear a small sound
Coming from somewhere beyond
The jet black abyss

A gentle, kind sound
That draws me towards the bright light
Beyond the darkness

I stumble along
Reaching for that soft whisper
Your voice calls me home





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