There's no one standing with me against this monster.
When I needed help I screamed for it until my throat got sore and guess what? I got no answer and I will never get one. In the end, I realized no one would care.
So I will go through this hurricane in an exhausting vortex to find the eye.
I will find the eye...
And there I'll be safe. There, I'll find myself, happy amidst the whirling tears.
I am here for me and from now on... my voice will only speak for me.
One day i will find the eye
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