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Nov 2019
I WISH I COULD SAY
THE ABSENCE OF PAIN
IS A PAIN IN ITSELF
THAT A COLD VOID
BURNS LIKE EVERY FURNACE AND FIRE OF HELL
BUT THE COLD VOID
IS NOT COLD TO BEGIN WITH;
IT IS MERELY THE VOID
AND IT IS NOTHING
AT ALL
Written by
james  M/Nowhere, USA
(M/Nowhere, USA)   
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