Saturnus A Lonely Passage
Stumbling through narrow paths. Afraid of what will come next. As the darkness closes in I start to run. What have I done to deserve this Neverending hunt I will never be able to return home. My existence is shattered. As I stop to gasp for air, I Wonder when my final call might come. And if it s really worth escaping from. I m so tired. Between trees and stones. On stale paths, beneath my reality. It s like I lost the key to my mind. I can no
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