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Feeling of
Being caught in the middle of nowhere,
Falling into so-called nothingness,
Shattering into forgetful time,
Wandering inside an endless circle.

Something is missed,
seriously,
intrinsically,
...

Don't know what it is,
Yet it was there,
I am so sure

Day after day,
One after one,
Leaves me,
.
.
.

It is there.
Inside,
All the time,
Waiting for the time being found.
People name it "Change".