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Child’s play, damage has been dealt.

Birds of prey feast on the undead.

No way you’ll get away with that.

Would it not dehumanize?

This round I am outplayed - running in circles

Eyes opened up much too late saw much too little

Chasing a ball of thread, impossible riddle

I failed to see u through, though so commited

Child’s play, led by the nose

through a maze of fears and never even close

to exit so obvious, I couldn’t have never imagined

Somehow I

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Running blindly in circles

Until I find myself

Covered with seas of sand

Lost somewhere in desert lands

With all my wars left far behind

I am ready to go knowing that I have to leg go

of fears that were holding me back

Leave the playground

Running blindly in circles

Obsolete, time to die

Without wondering „where is I”

Crawling under far from time

Point to say final goodbye