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feeling so far away from where I'm meant to be but not knowing where I'm going. Just spinning around in a dark room, spotting flashes of light in different directions, but if I pick a direction to walk in I can't ever stop, because what if I went the wrong way? Going back to the start, knowing my time was wasted that I toiled and trod for something vapid I think that's the greatest hurt that my faith was a mirage, shimmering away when it grew close enough to touch.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
belief is not a building material
feeling so far away from where I'm meant to be but not knowing where I'm going. Just spinning around in a dark room, spotting flashes of light in different directions, but if I pick a direction to walk in I can't ever stop, because what if I went the wrong way? Going back to the start, knowing my time was wasted that I toiled and trod for something vapid I think that's the greatest hurt that my faith was a mirage, shimmering away when it grew close enough to touch.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
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