There's a raging fire coursing through veins, a flood of searing emotion, exploding through the being.
They can never understand, refuse to try, don't want to listen.
They think they know what is right, regardless of the feeling, the need for independence. Were they not once seekers of independence, trying to find a way?
Mistakes are made, life goes on, but when will it ever end? When will this body be free of the puppet strings that hold it? Even the fire cannot burn through these.
Running through a tube, with glimpses of the outside world, still guided onward, only one way to go.
Where is the light at the end of it all? Losing sight of it in the twists and turns of life. Wondering, what will the light be like? Blinding, flashing white, lost and confused...
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