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Dec 2011
it's dark here
colder than i thought possible
where are the
angelic voices
the fires of hell
is there truly nothing?
apathy
true torment
knowing that in the end
there's not even
anything left to care
we die together, but awake alone
and alone we shall be
for eternity
not a single night
but...
Ben
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Ben  in my mind
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