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Beneath the trees, a bench left bare,

Shadows linger, the coldest air.

A hollow hush, the world withdrawn,

A lonely seat, where light is gone.

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Each night I lie beneath the moon’s cold gaze,

Staring at the ceiling, lost in a haze.

I seek a spark, a whisper, something more,

But find the void, as silent as before.

The darkness wraps me in its empty fold,

A hollow warmth, a story left untold.

Hoping for meaning, I drown in despair,

A fleeting wish dissolves into thin air.

Oh, endless night, will you not hear my plea?

Breathe life into this shadowed part of me.

Yet here I linger, in the stillness deep,

A restless soul the stars cannot appease.

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Lost in the mist, where the charm of history meets the whispers of the fog.

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Unbidden, it came late in the day,

Save for the rain—its fleeting grace

No promise held, no life to stay,

It lingers still, yet leaves no trace.

- Dead Soil

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I choose coffee today, perhaps yesterday as well, and of course, tomorrow I’ll also choose coffee.

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I don't interact with many people, so I tend to listen to my demons' inner monologue. It gave me a sense of aliveness.

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I yields to my inner demons and feed them my soul.

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The moon is rising from the darkness in your view, but mine is still hidden in overcast.

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I got lost again cause I’m bad at directions but this time I can’t turn around.

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Even though it’s summer, the sun is obscured by the gloomy clouds in the sky.

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“I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”

— Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

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It’s starting to pouring again and the rain drops feels so heavy on my skin.