"Untitled 7"

Darkness, Shadows, Ghosts
The path is gone
No light
Direction is nowhere
Enough
Enough already
Rising low
Struggling high
Pain is quiet
Feeling is gone
Void of life
Helplessly struggling
In the distance
Hopefully the treasure
Buried deep
Grab the shovel
And dig
All the force
The strength will not leave
Passion to persevere
Failure is not an option
The struggle proceeds

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