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you feel the nearness of compulsionslow creeping fear inside of meno reason, to escape the assaultno reason, to break with the worldno more twisted illusion, or are they realborn to a second illusion, to kill yourselfwhite galleryno reason, to escape the assaultno reason, to break with this worldwhy don't you pull me to deathtake my hand and rescue meescape from an obstinate memoryillusion of death comes slowremember yourself in feardistortion of life so nearit'd be the wrong way to fallburried in my own privacylocked out from humanity
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