My heart is attached to useless matters
If only I could escape from them I’ll be much better
But, I don’t see any light coming from the end of the tunnel
As I keep walking, hoping I’ll find one little sign
There are too many things I wish I could let out
But somehow struggling alone, inside, seems just so right.

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