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Reaching Out
I'm reaching out, but
there is nothing there.
There is no reality and
dreams are nightmares.

I need to escape, to
release myself from
this state that I'm in.
Nothing is real, nothing.

I found my way out,
my way out for good.
And now I stand with
the cold steel against my head.

Covered in sweat, the
tension is building, my
life flashes before my eyes,
and I see my past.

The time of my arrival
quickly approaches, and the
adrenaline begins to rush.
My finger is on the trigger,

I'm ready to pull, but
then the door opens, letting
in the light, and making
all the darkness disappear.

And once again I am
reaching out, for anything,
anyone, hoping to find
my purpose.