Fame, the thing most of us want dear, yet some of us aren't able to
reach it, and they are left down here.
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Fame, the thing most of us want dear, yet those who don't, somehow make
it there from down here.
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Fame, the thing most of us want dear, yet those who get it, are usually
always in a fuss.
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Fame, the thing most of want dear, but not me, because I'm fine
just down here.

Pain, the thing that never leaves us alone, for pain is the
closest friend we all disgust.
Pain, the thing that lets us know we are hurt, in one way or
another, we all have to cope.
Pain, the thing that we never want to feel, but if we never felt
it, how are we sure, we're still down here.

Blame, the thing we have all done, the thing we do to shame the
one who did it all.
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Blame, the thing we do so much, for if we didn't do it, our thoughts
would just combust.
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Blame, the thing we consider immature, is the thing we all do, to
shame the one who did it all.

The windows are covered.
The doors lead to dark rooms.
You have many choices, but no choice in the matter.
The place is unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time.
You know what will and can happen, and what wont.
You've been down this road before. The monsters await your arrival,
But you are the monster. You can't remember what you've done, But know what you caused. You feel sick to your stomach, or are you sick in the head. Then you realize, that's where you are...
In your head.

You don't know where these halls will lead to, which death, torturer or nightmare. But you know this, You caused this. Your choices have lead to this, these moments. To the "Flashes" and Nightmares.

Or did I really have a choice in the matter at all?
I guess in the End, It will all fit together.