I have a strange feeling,
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That this is not where i belong,
I'm always the odd man out,
Even when it is just me and one other.
Looks like the lonely road,
Has always been my home,
When did my passion die?
It seems to have silently faded away,
Hope has long been dead too,
Goals and dreams ceased to be,
Time to walk down the road again,
As a lonely old shadow.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
"Death is light as a feather, duty heavier than a mountain."
"The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow."