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Silence, silence; such an empty captivity
Blinded in the moment by all that I can’t see
Love, tell me, do you believe there’s something you are meant for?
Love, tell me, do you believe life is stagnant, or
Is there something more for us to find
Something in the world to call divine
Is everything as pointless as I feel
Is there even anything that is real
What do we live for but to die
What do we love for but to cry
Why is it so hard to find contentment
Hard to keep your mind locked in the present
Maybe it’d be easier to see
If blindness could simply set me free