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    Out of this darkness that is pushing down on me, someone come and take me for a blissful yonder,


    I plead desperately into the abyss that are my eyes: please, someone save me,


    I do not wish to continue any longer, but I still force myself to go on,


    towards my perpetual demise,


    but a darkness such as this, seem so lovely in contrast to my visions of the sky,


    should I continue?


    I feel everything around me, as if I am the everything,


    I feel myself.


    To desire something not darkness, is it an idiotic desire?


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    I can see it all with my eyes,


    but I refuse to open my mind in trepidation,


    will it happen again.


    I feel that of me,


    carrying me to a place I am unfamiliar,


    is it a place devoid of darkness,


    is it a place devoid of happiness,


    is it a place devoid of devoid,


    devoid as my own.


    I know who you are,


    so why cower within that,


    the thing you enshroud yourself in,


    does it feel good,


    can I touch.


    Touch the light that I don’t deserve,


    a different kind of darkness,


    light.