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Here i sit waiting i wait for that next door to open a creak more and with two feet on the floor i stand and stare an empty gaze into nowhere nohow nowhys just a balance of evil and good and as it should it keeps the cycle of the wheel wells of life to pass on energy like a knife across the skin sinking in the prick of a pin the hurt of sin creating pleasure beneath the pain are we insane for you and I we are the same each time we pass like glass we break and become each other never to lose nor to chose for choices are made and cannot fade for they are long since resolved as problems dissolve into a past so fast gone only the present shall last while being first place in your own mind is the quest to find