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When it’s getting darker, I’m thinking of it

When I’m all alone, I’m craving for this

I wish for the death of my parents

I cherish the perdition’s vast grief

I dive deep into the seas of self-pityness

I feel the curse of adversity

When the shadows grow larger, I’m thinking of it

When I talk to myself, I’m craving for this

I wish for the death of my children

I swear the unjust gods

I crawl down the realms of in-existence

And I accept the cruel fate

Reaching the nadir of my emotional being

I come back stronger and relieved

I often recall the taste of this sweet loss

And I wonder what I can do to feel it once more

For real…