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Longing for the nothingness, silent illusions

Too exhausted to die

Close to the truth but far from reality

Anguish pines all our hopes

It goes beyond a beautiful sight

It shows endless impossibilities

Meaningless is a renewed time

It is an endless excess of pain and rapture

Grief is a spark of life... life and death are the same

Cry out and feel how I hate you to make it sense

And when I am demising life in a dying end fear does not bewilder me