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What I do means nil to me
Genuineness, my longing
I give my all to a valid plea
In search of this vague reality
I am stilled by my wronging
Longing for truth
Painting this picture as my portrait
Yet my eyes are blind
Reality, as certainty
A law in itself
Questioning, inquiring
To no prevail
And now I fold
