As I walk through the valley of depression,
I see no light,
Wandering around with questions not answered.
I hear no solution.
With haunting images creeping around me,
I feel no happiness.
As I ran trough my garden of fears,
I smell no sweet memories.
Keep on fleeing don't look back,
I sense no regret.
Long days of running and walking made me tired.
I can't go on.
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