Peering out into visions of clear
My visions of laughter, hatred and fear
Never were realized until I was here
Many years I have tried,
Many years I have died
Yet I have never realized until I was here
Seeing is not what it seems
It seems, that the world is torn -
Torn between hatred and fear,
Two things that I never realized until I was here
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