A beautiful thing without a purpose

Sitting here contemplating, All night all day wondering,On long narrow roads wandering,Thinking constantly, what are you? All the while you feel misplaced, You are a feeling that's suppressed,A shadow when the hour is at darkest,A trivial thing you are, causing unrest My abstract self becomes turbulent,Everything feels impermanent,The terror that you bring with you,Doesn't stop [...]

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