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Jan 2019
Today's forecast:

Pretending everything is fine,
until you fall into the pitch black.
Then you lie motionless in pain,
wrenching your soul and
crying your heart out.
Afterward, the headache hits you
like a blazing fire, accompanying
your sadness so you feel less alone.
Then demons with insomnia
play with the clock, forcing your
mind to wander again tonight.
At some point, stillness will find
you and it'll shoot its bullet in
your flesh; a mercy ****.
Oblivion will then sweep
you off your feet and
shroud you in woven peace.
Nothingness will be blasting
out loud, until the golden rays
find your eye corner and
trespass with fuming ferocity.


And then it all begins anew.
Silverflame
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Silverflame  23/F/Denmark
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