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What more can we do?

Set up a bed

and call this home?

Still both alone,

both helpless to the calls

from the unknown;

lost.

I don’t believe there

is a way out anymore,

I don’t believe there

is any way I can escape,

fate has been set,

now laughing in our faces 

as we search for a key;

sadness is overrated,

wait til you see.

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