The room was quiet
Maybe he was not listening
He thought about doubt
How it was always there
He did not know what he wanted
He thought about beauty
How it was always there
He did not know what he wanted
He remembered the days of old
He longed for strength to be bold
He wanted to cry
He wanted to die
He thought about the cold
How it was always there
He did not know what he wanted
The noise was coming quick
He felt hunted
The noise kept coming
Closer and closer
It did not care what he wanted
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