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The silence is deafening.
I can feel it slowly killing me.
Trying to find myself in the darkness.
Blinded by the light of truth.
When everything is slowly killing me.
Is it really worth it in the end?
Waiting for the sweet embrace of death.
The darkness beckons me.
Slowly drifting towards the end.
Standing ever so still on the ledge.
Waiting for the perfect moment to jump.
Fully giving in to the sweet bliss of death.
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