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Sounds of imbalance, sleeps through the never. The artificial light source is creeping with flies.

And this time I break, I will never make another day, defiant to what's delivered...

I will find a way to sever myself. Exit all today, you can't see this. Did you ever say I break, sever. I will find a way. Visit me, when I'm there...

The weakness of hope, is the strength of decline. Remember what's past ways, and what I've become.

The joy of not being, something I need. I'm only weather, but only to me...