Show me what I've lost and what I've won.
Take my heart and press it into one.
My dreams are like my waking life; the scattered patterns of my own design.
The world, a symptom of my mind, and all my feelings aftershocks of time.
I was throwing rocks into the void,
hoping to erase what I'd destroyed.
But I can see the curtain fall, and I can feel its music in my soul.
Living's just like dying, sure - but fearing is to not exist at all.
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