Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.
Always hearing nothing but myself, always deaf.
Always trapped, always not looking back.
Always, always, always, always, always, always, always lost in thought.
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