I am but a ghost that travels upon this land
I see so many things.. too much pain taints the truth
And distorts it into something tragically beautiful
I continue on with my long journey
Trying to shrug away the bleeding wounds that bruise my feet
Not minding the hurt they cause in each deliberate step I take...
And I ask myself,
"Why must we traverse such a world which offers nothing clearly?"
Then I pause at the crossroads...
If you were in my shoes, which path would you take?
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