My shadow passes through obscure rays Of the Unknown.I live on cold shoulders and ephemeral smiles
my shoulders are heavy and all things are spiritless
yet, here i lie, silenced and muffled.
Existence will persist, I promised him.
and so It Shall.
Get Me Out.
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Belief without and existence you shall live,
If not on the rays of mirthless obscurity.
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