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THE CONTRADICTIONS CONSUME ME. AT LEAST, THIS IS

SOMETHING I’D LIKE TO IMAGINE, YET CAN’T. ACTUALLY,

IT IS ME MYSELF, WHO ERODES AT THE CONTRADICTIONS. SO

MUCH BARELY AN ILLUSION I DESPERATELY TRY TO KEEP. THE

ATTEMPT OF BURSTING THROUGH; A BLATANT MISTAKE.

SOMEHOW, CHANGING EVERYTHING FOR THE BETTER,

IS WHAT I TRIED AND FAILED AT. BRIGHT COLOURS MINGLE

IN WHAT I INTERPRET AS QUIET BLISS, AS THEY MEET THE

WATER‘S SURFACE AND A WARM WIND KISSES MY CHIN.

IF ONLY DYING WOULD BE THAT BEAUTIFUL. I SUBMERGE

MYSELF IN THE WATER AND HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL MY

LUNGS BEGIN TO BURN. MY HEAD SPINS, YET STRANGELY I AM

CONSCIOUS OF MYSELF AND MY BODY AS NEVER BEFORE.

THE COLOURS THAT USED TO BE SO BRIGHT, BECOME BLACK.