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Identity

Identity

As knowing the world, I'm feeling the power of darkness stronger as well.

The everything was fake in this world.

The everything was in the system in this world.

The truth is very very far and inmost in the abyss what we even cannot imagine.

When I look around I knew what I came to far away from the society and neighborhoods.

Here, not much air to breath, and my body is getting lost.

 

I ask my soul.

Can I live with my hands clean in this world?

Can I light up for somebody by my hands?

Or should I give up, and be part of the darkness?

Where do you want me lead?