Surrounded by people,
Yet all alone,
Wandering through the fog,
Silhouettes call to me,
Their words mingled,
I stumble over the gaps,
Of misplaced rage,
Grasping my hand,
She leads me,
When I am lost,
I must not stray,
I love you so much,
So I must not stray...
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