Walked in vain.
Doubting my own existance.
Wondering what am I looking for.
It's empty.
I know that I am trapped,
in this materialistic realm,
in this so-called fame,
and I know it.
Why can't I escape?
Why am I still hesitating?
What is pulling me back?
Why am I stuck here?
Or am I?
I wish I could leave all these behind,
fly to that undiscovered piece of land,
get away from all the meaningless rat race,
and live...
But I'm afraid.
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