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A soul, fading alone, A heart, made of crumbling stone, I've ended up here, Wanting what I should fear. They'll never know Because I'll never let it show, These abyssal cravings, My internal ranting and ravings. So let it all drop As I fall to the bottom's top, A rising fall To answer the Void's call, To become a new ascendant, In transcendence resplendent. As a world begins anew, I will be myself true, Existence remade In a better image that will never fade.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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A soul, fading alone, A heart, made of crumbling stone, I've ended up here, Wanting what I should fear. They'll never know Because I'll never let it show, These abyssal cravings, My internal ranting and ravings. So let it all drop As I fall to the bottom's top, A rising fall To answer the Void's call, To become a new ascendant, In transcendence resplendent. As a world begins anew, I will be myself true, Existence remade In a better image that will never fade.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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