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White static noise inside my head
Is getting louder than thoughts.
It follows me into my bed
repeating, that it's all for naught.
It rips me out of myself,
keeps me away from all my friends.
Not even one could offer help
I wish they could, I know they can't.
Like a mirage, it has dispelled
all that is joyous in this world.
Go on, erase the thing as well
that pains me, that so deeply burns
Myself
and take away from me
the Atlas burden of this life.
The Nothingness, of which I dream,
bring like the keys to Paradise.
Let everything that is myself:
emotions, memories of mine,
the tears, the bones, the hopes, the flesh
to be absorbed by the Divine,
the Cycle of the Cosmos, which
will blend me with the winds and dust.
Will grant my soul its sacred wish:
Chimeric freedom that it lusts

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