They walk around like aimless puppets, looking for a purpose to find the place that's rightfully the dream they chase. Walking in a oasis of thoughts and determination, reaching this place of satisfaction of their own being. Lost and found pieces to fit into the puzzle, to make what seems broken to try make it complete. Desires rushing true they're mind and body, trying to reconnect to the former self. Finding the long lost passion, so they can embrace it with all their might. To hold onto the reason that's pushing them forward. A true goal to hold dear and close, fighting not to lose what they have. Humans turning into something complex, yet so delicate with the lightest touch. The path they seek. will it be discovered, or be turned into rubbles of their own chaos. What is purpose, what is the meaning, what is there to find behind sealed doors.
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