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A lost one in the forests so deep

No direction, no one here to see

We are all the same

We will never change

No signs of life

The only thing, a hideous cry

Everything has a point

Except the fact that we are here to be

It seems so pointless

It seems so far-fetched

To become alive again

To be fulfilled in vain

Cry all as you want

There's no one to hear it

No one to understand

No shoulder to cry to

And I...

Pointless creature...

Wander around...

On the fields common with emptiness