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Silence... Doesn't it ever get bored?
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Thoughts: Millions of them, hovering around my squeamish head...
An empty soul & a full head: A great recipe for suicide!
Yet...
It never ends. It seems like it never will...
This whore we call life" breathing, hurting, breaking, taking...
Then the night falls, and a new day follows but things are the same yet different...
A cycle, a step, a tear.
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Loss: of self, of being, of identity, in a forest of absolute nothingness...
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