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Fallen into a deep black hole, There is no way out, abandoned, not forgiven. A fear stirs across, no hope for a beginning. No contact or understanding, I am lost. No breath could cut me short of anger. No words could leave behind my sorrow. No game could convey me happiness. I am dead, not only inside, but close to spirit. The loss of spirit was never remembered, never existing. The loss of spirit contains a non- existing reality, which is your reality. I am dead, and so is the world around me. Nobody can deny the truth that I commanded.

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