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  Out of this darkness that is pushing down on me, someone come and take me for a blissful yonder,

  I plead desperately into the abyss that are my eyes: please, someone save me,

  I do not wish to continue any longer, but I still force myself to go on,

  towards my perpetual demise,

  but a darkness such as this, seem so lovely in contrast to my visions of the sky,

  should I continue?

  I feel everything around me, as if I am the everything,

  I feel myself.

  To desire something not darkness, is it an idiotic desire?

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  I can see it all with my eyes,

  but I refuse to open my mind in trepidation,

  will it happen again.

  I feel that of me,

  carrying me to a place I am unfamiliar,

  is it a place devoid of darkness,

  is it a place devoid of happiness,

  is it a place devoid of devoid,

  devoid as my own.

  I know who you are,

  so why cower within that,

  the thing you enshroud yourself in,

  does it feel good,

  can I touch.

  Touch the light that I don’t deserve,

  a different kind of darkness,

  light.