Will the métaphores be profound enough?
I’ve lived my whole life afraid, it’s time for me to be brave.
I search for the light switch, but it’s not there.
The papers, the documents, the applications and forms,
They swim around in my corrupted mind.
I can’t find my talent, I’m not enough.
I try again, I fail again, I use the same technique again.
I have nothing to lose, except my existence.
I want to be known. I have to fight for my memories.
If I don’t find myself soon, I’ll suffocate in an unknown memory.
This doesn’t really make sense, does it?
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