A place that's not clear

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Why did I come back?
Why am I here?
Should've stayed away,
life feels more darker these days
while fighting seems to be in vain.
Trying to get out the right words,
but always failing 'cause it hurts.
From our pain we're supposed to learn,
but mine takes its turn in circles.
My mind a world of its own,
sometimes crafty,
its sojourner mostly alone.
Looking for something,
what it is,
that's not clear.
The answer is here,
what it is,
That I fear.
Why did I come back?
Why am I here?

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