By myself, but never alone.
Forever accompanied by pestilence and moonlight.
The days seem to pass me by.
Weeks turn to months...
months to years.
Time never mattered much,
it was always just an obstacle to overcome.
A purpose is what I'm in constant search for.
A possible meaning besides conformity.
Maybe my purpose is to not conform and follow the masses,
but to possibly survive just being myself.
 
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