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heavy silence, lies. Depths crawl into arms of the empty. lyrics of the past now escape my lips. rhythm, vanished. Thought is shook to a rushing kind of nothingness. The illusion of knowing, feeling, living, and identity have all stopped. this mind, as life, only scattered. Truth, a ghost. heavy silence, lies. Depths crawl into arms of the empty. lyrics of the past now escape my lips. rhythm, vanished. Thought is shook to a rushing kind of nothingness. The illusion of knowing, feeling, living, and identity have all stopped. this mind, as life, only scattered. Truth, a ghost.
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