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The burning condition, Burnout of though. To dream to be, Impossible for sickly roe. The rot of being, The not of doing. Anxiety, tempting it covers, A blanket of roughness. A coffin of distress. I will bring blackness, Though empty it may be. I bring the darkness, I bring comfort.
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sleep of Comfort
The burning condition, Burnout of though. To dream to be, Impossible for sickly roe. The rot of being, The not of doing. Anxiety, tempting it covers, A blanket of roughness. A coffin of distress. I will bring blackness, Though empty it may be. I bring the darkness, I bring comfort.
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
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