| Pain
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| Is at the forefront of my mind
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| For but a simple moment’s time
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| Although it seems to last forever
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| It will fade away with the wash of madness that fast approaches
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| My only fear is this:
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| Without the pain
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| What will
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| I become?
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| What will I become?
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| This instance of pain is my one and only memory
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| What brought me here to this moment in my history?
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| I know something happened
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| It’s something immense
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| Strong enough to erase the pages of my life’s story
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| When did I make the choices the led me here?
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| Where did I take the wrong turn?
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| Everything is wrong
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| I can feel it
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| I have become a miserable wretch
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| I’m left in a spiral of contempt
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| I hate what I’ve become
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| So I reach out to others, compelled to find compassion
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| Only receiving just a passing glance in judgement
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| This world around me; |
| a mirror of my wretchedness
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| Yet there’s one struggling glimmer of a thought
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| From within the deepest blackness
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| It claws at the edges of my sanity
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| Refusing to be sucked into oblivion
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| Within this vacuum in my mind
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| This tiny thought spins a tale of hope; |
| a seed of possibility
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| I know it must be false but I can’t relinquish it
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| It’s giving me a sense that there’s a purpose to this madness
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| It tells me:
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| «There is someone out there waiting for you to change everything»
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| An unrelenting notion that I must fight through this seemingly hopeless reality"
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| But is it just the needles and the glass
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| A catalyst for full blown insanity?
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| Is this world a perpetual winter night
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| Or will the sun one day rise on a precious summer solstice?
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| This hope is a plague on me
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| One last strand to hold onto
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| In the center of my being
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| I just want to let go of this thing
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| Release me from this reality
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| Unbind me
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| The fabric of my sanity is
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| Unwinding
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| Fragments of a prior existence
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| Float freely in the limbo of my consciousness
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| Not a single one contains substance
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| Just a ripple on the surface of a memory
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| Everything has been shattered to pieces
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| Separated by a void that I cannot comprehend
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| This purgatory is a fate worse than death
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| I exist as the shadow of an entity
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| The void has come to coalesce
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| Ruling over everything I am
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| That which is missing has left such an emptiness
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| That my existence has been rendered purely meaningless |