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Haunted by the past Flashes of fear Darkness seeping the psyche Death walking on the edge Lost the grip of life Easing way to nothingness Reborn a fool Searching for nothing Everyone fools me Are they fooling themself Where is nothingness Is it a illusion or is this illusion?
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:04 AM UTC
The fall
Haunted by the past Flashes of fear Darkness seeping the psyche Death walking on the edge Lost the grip of life Easing way to nothingness Reborn a fool Searching for nothing Everyone fools me Are they fooling themself Where is nothingness Is it a illusion or is this illusion?
The day I move from the endless pit that seem like a past dream.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:04 AM UTC
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