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in the still darknessnothing exists at all but me
for my condition of fear is gone.
just the mix of all realities
that lies within someone who astrays
is the person who is no one
as the fact that makes me here.
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Nothing exist at all but me
there's no way I could tell if this prison I call life is only placed here to lead me for something. There's no meaning at all but what I want about it to be. Etc, etc,... ...etc.












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