In daydreams we stand. Chasing echoes we command.


    Fuelled by desire—the endless game. But who can remain the same?


    Neon lights and heated cries. In the silence often - lies.


    We reach for truth in coded lines. Can we break free from these designs?


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    We bleed in spaces between. The real us barely seen.


    Amid echoes of the roles we portray. Will our burdens all just fade away?


    Can you see the weight we carry now? Bound by the chains we so often disavow.


    Pierce the noise—hear the scream. We struggle to re-forge our dream.


    Now reality feels so cold. Our truths are left untold.


    We leave behind what we thought we knew. Yet in this void –


    What remains of you?