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Look up.
Look down.
Look to the side.
Look around.

What do you see?
What do you want?
What do you hope for?
What can you pray for?

I don't know.
I never knew.
I don't understand.
I don't think you do.

Have you seen a person?
Have you seen a soul?
Have you seen the eyes of a pain wrecked hole?
Have you wondered why the world doesn't always seem to turn?

Done is the beginning.
Done is the end.
Done is my endless wandering around this wretched bin.
Done is my only cry as the horror pushes on.

Look what I have done.