There is no fault
Only insecurity, unconsciousness, and blame
What we see as struggles are only that which we do not face
Time passed is not time gone
No wrong turns
Just some extra adventure
Days passed may be days gone
Gripping to memories
Discarding them tonight
Searching for feelings
To find emptiness inside
There is no vault
No vacuum
No black hole
Shut in
Shut up inside of yourself
Hold on tight and tighter
Your grip is loose
No power
Feel yourself sinking down
Once elated
Now deflated
Beyond repair, you tell yourself
But that is not true
There is hope for you
Forget hope
Here is your future
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