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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.