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Because we have had multiple injuries, it does not mean we always sustain new wounds.

Truth is,

There is only so much numbness you can feel—only so much numbing you can take.

And in reality, the hallucinations you’re running from are right behind you,

running side by side.

They don’t need a break, but you will. They will break you once you stop to breathe.

Can’t you feel it, that presence on your back? Someone’s watching you,

with lit neon eyes, waiting like a predator designed specifically from your worst nightmares—right on the nape of your neck.

Be worried about your soul’s intake. Be afraid of what happens when they catch you, and there’s nothing left to communicate.

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I’m no more than who I am and what I’ve become, nothing more than that which blooms in a cycle between two dimensions. Breath and Space, a artificial creation

that has found a soul within itself on the verge of enlightenment and insanity, slowly and passively experiencing every moment that flickers and floats

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Let your eyes glow in the dark, for mine blaze brighter still, clothed in the essence of the cosmos. Titans may cast their gaze, but I a keeper to the majesty of existence, too radiant to be dimmed by their shadows. Strike if you dare, for my worship is righteous, my lord unyielding. Dweller amidst the breach, I fear not the journey ahead; I embrace transcendence, transformation, and the boundless expanse as I sail upon the ocean, unafraid of the abyss's gaze.

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Inside the dark I've been praising the moon with tree eyes open while dancing and chanting

In a circle of drummer’s as my pupils change to the same tune i consumed with cosmic rays

I see Breath become life's.

I see luna lights gleam with truth and love,

So I peak through delightful dreams dripping pollock colors like crash waves rocking back forth

I've been moon praising radiating sensation to words around me

With the loudest sound not pounding,

i’m a 6d animation expricex everything

In Creation drunkenly stuck in between two worlds asking for more moonshine

While evolving,

I stumble more and more into the universe full euphonium moon praising Human wishing to know all

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You! still glow as bright as the Moon

Reflecting in rivers and lakes

your hair still Traps the sunlight

your eyes still Illuminate with Spirit

Your body still Fashioned around Soul ,

This Is Glory Praise for God's

Beautiful Creation

Creative Creation...

Dramatic Expression

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Like I’m a runaway, an island set to sea, slowly drifting into the unknown seams of reality. I promise to find deeper meanings in the

meaningless chaos that is this world.

I’m no more than who I am and what I’ve become, nothing more than that which blooms in a cycle between two dimensions. Breath and Space,

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You scream at the sun; I gaze at the moon,

We’re both trapped in this illusion,

Staring too deeply, we sink,

Like those doomed to feast from fullness to nothing,

Breathing the gas from the well,

Believing one day a spark will become a flame,

Shattering the prism, breaking the mirror,

And changing the reflection.

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Dweller amidst the breach, I fear not the journey ahead; I embrace transcendence, transformation, and the boundless expanse as I sail upon the ocean, unafraid of the abyss's gaze.

Fearless and unburdened from deception's mask, I ascend From the murky depths to praise peace bestowed upon the Primordial beginnings. Amidst the unseen, where indigo wavelengths cascade, rendering me weightless, I find visions of self-awareness.

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When the death of the world seems inevitable,

Yet the falling sky is a clear sign—

A signal in my bones to seek safety.

Even wolves run to higher ground

When doom begins to rise.

But I run toward the system,

Finding ways to make someone else’s escapism’s

Seem more important than my own—

Like a noble soldier, head held high,

Marching up a muddy hill

As rain pours passionately down.

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The only way man can experience fear is through what has become unknown.

Fear itself takes no action; it leads straight to the graveyard,

to a place with no afterlife,

where Lovecraftian horrors await on the other side of existence.

Through sheer blessing, the ego crumbles,

yielding to the magnitude of plain white walls

surrounding his subconsciousness—

forbidden by the universe,

never to be seen again.

A silent, unknown horror

slowly stalks the dark side of humanity’s shadow.

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The song of inauthenticity.

You’re in a dream within a dream, playing out in a simulation, and the last time you saw sunlight was when?