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A little bit of wind,
is uprising behind me,
like a breath,
of no one, to be seen.
It's a cold wind,
from far away,
like from where my heart,
is waiting for me.
I'm faded to many,
but yet I still see myself,
when I pass near a mirror,
seeing a shadow of what I was.
I'm covered in smoke,
I'm closed in a jail,
of unwilling power,
in a dark house of mirrors.
Everything seems scary,
everything seems calm,
an equilibrium in this realm,
a world lost out of me.
Where would I be,
if one many times,
I haven't failed my way,
searching the right path.
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About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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