The chill of the morning yet to come
The absence of sound, the omnious loneliness
I feel an answer, yes, I feel it
It is not yet in sight, my mind still unable to figure it out
I am afraid of feeling hope, because I know that hope can blind me to an opportunity
This anxiety keeps me moving, it also drains me and hurts me
But thanks to it I can keep moving
Will I live long enough to find the answer ?
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