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Nov 2015
I've tormented myself to stay afar
I rode the night with nothing but the stars
and a current of pulsating regrets
those I deeply fear I will not soon forget

I'm growing weary of this immortal loneliness
But everything I utter is rendered a mess
May I hear a last song to cure my strife?
your sweet melody, your divine light

Tell me I have lost
show me how much happiness cost
make me a soulless corpse
and I will forever flee from your thoughts
I think I'm done with sad stuff. Even I'm starting to get tired of it.
Xnihilo
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Xnihilo  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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