I wanna know where to go. I wanna know what to feel. I wanna know what I feel in this world... I wanna be able to write or paint down what my soul is feeling...

No more emptiness... No more lonely nights... No more vain cigarettes... No more desires... No more dreams... Nightmares, that's all the has been left to me. Nightmares are constantly showing up!! That's all I can dream now...

I try to dream of my land, that land I belong at... But there's nothing more left to dream...

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