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A calming agent kept at arms length
there is complete solitude
with end, no beginnings, abiotic view
sure too keep the tragedy to a minimum
Rooms that dangle between fingertips
Mocking, intrusive mocking
a monster given life; feeding off expression
emotion's unheard too be unwell
mind racing without one thought
Holding nothing
collapsed wall of the archived depression
festering darkness takes its place
Crossing the line.
Everything is different, from what they told
hypocrites, thieves, all creepy creatures
Liars they do not lie, because the truth is wrong
Somewhere must be better then this.
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