I feel.
I feel hungry, yet I am full.
I feel happy, yet I am crying.
I feel hope, yet I am in the pits if despair.
I feel surrounded, yet I am alone.
I feel big, yet I am small in this world.
I have hopes and dreams, yet I am forgetting them all.
Except one, one dream is staying.
One of fear and loss, one of depressing deaths.
One of mystery, and burdened.
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