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Colors unseen 

Silent noises 

As you lay inside your head 

Thoughts unknown 

Wondering morals 

You want to pierce through all the confusion 

Seeking refuge from the madness of the world 

Images unseen 

Words unheard 

Chooses to be made, 

A road split in two to multiple to fours,

Then eights, after sixteens, 

And it goes on and on and on 

The path to endless possibilities filled with riddles 

 Countless stories untold

But it is too much for anyone to handle 

So you get lost

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