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In this place I call home
In which I've ever roamed
A sad trickling fright enfills the body
As if an essense roams the lobby.

T'is but a feeling
To close these scars that are healing.
There is nothing there...
I've nothing to fear.

But in soul, there is nothing here
Nothing but nothing itself
It's a trick of the mind
Reminding you of the time...

Chances come and chances go
We must learn to take it or let it go
My mind is full of deceit, the heart's full of regret...
In life, will it all succeed? Or has my fate been set?